12-31-2024, 02:15 AM
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Upon a field of flowers in bloom.
Laying; resting. Hurting.
A tune, a muse, a question-pose:
"It must be life imitating life."
"Manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right,"
"I guess it might just possibly--"
"---May be all unraveling . . . According to plan."
"I will still reach the stars."