Here we are,
my dear, gelatinous amalgam
substances – about
whose consequences
we accept
that we will more than likely
always be
unclear. We know that we’re
a viscous
flow, adept, though slow, at certain
ways to come
and go through throes of being.
We’re seeing how
to get along. We can’t
have done the whole thing wrong..
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