the music with no source
was the first clue
it came
when I had exhausted
all denial
of the paper folded into
perpetual motion
turning wheel
within
and understanding
at no cost to you
free, for an unlimited time
that this life is neither too hard
nor too soft
neither different
nor uniform
not burning with boredom
nor rollercoaster manic
hurtling off ice track
in the warm rain
Friday, December 21, 2018
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