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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