A litter ration

The magic of the memory is trapped in the misery of the moment

Tik-tokking time makes for tedium, tragedy, trauma

Pulled past the precious capacity and practice

Wonder is wandering without whistling its whereabouts

My thirst throws me through a thousand thoughts

This, that, then, there, thou, though

Gather gratitude and genuflect gracefully

Suppose suddenly you surrendered to serenity

What would your world wither and wane into?

The meat of my madness is manifest

Your voice and visage violate every last vantage

Return reluctantly to routine and rinse, repeat

Face one foot front of foot forwards for now

Until beautiful, brave, and better is no longer unbecoming


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