life is a confection of differences.
to understand
personas at random-
and the jokes they read
play and
spin-onto a listener with
pushy mouths.
or why don't we read anymore?
to love the unlovable shoebox;
emptied
and searching...
filling its space in a day
and there is still the night to come.
disturbed
by the small that affects.
hungry for The Age of Stars to return.
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