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where’s me fooking glasses?

August 24, 2016

here we are,
constantly arriving
in a world that we feel unprepared for,
that is not what we were promised before
(just yesterday, it was, just yesterday)

we have grown old, but not up
(where’s me fooking glasses?)
as we get led a merry dance
to the tune of the constancy of change
and the inevitability that
we must build our own equipment
to make the raft that will keep us afloat

we turn to the page,
to the picture,
to the song,
to light a way
across this turbulent ocean,
towards a curved, blurred horizon
everdistant, everpresent
and evermore

for Karen

 

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