beginnings & endings
thru pieces of perceptions &
potentials. yr fundamental lack of reasoning
& my impractical quest for sentience.
this blank slate is too smudgy with
reminders of what stained it before -
rub it clean with yr gaudy meditations &
yr startling grin, till we
forget who we are. were we?
i think i'm remembering
what to miss, i think
our unhinged speculations are
our own undoing &
we've delved too deep this time.
you see, i'm perched on a ledge
with a view to nostalgia
& only yr distractions will do.
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