for a series of things 
things known by definition 
the way of all 
as fleshless, bloodless
just the way of things
words recognisant 
on own devices
a priori scoutings out 
just the way things are
as such 
and so speak 
and literally 
is best of all 
truths tossed 
to eternity's 
moatful of crocs 
still life goes on 
around truths known 
stimming
a Breughel blur 
of activity 
nothing really meant 
until perhaps
the moment of sleep
never consciously encountered 
not even a part of the story as told 
the where I come 
and where I go 
and how I am at home 

 
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