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Tuesday, November 7
equivocation
Milling about as if--
there's nothing better to do
nothing we could be accomplishing
we chose to stand in the heat
our children irritate us on purpose
life is a useless tract of time
meaning is meaningless
--but none of it,
hear me, none of that,
is so.
9/2/23
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