Mucking About In Search Of Something

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Really?!

That’s pretentious as hell.

Stop monkeying around and
just get on with it!

Trying to…

Unravelling the
ravel, just sitting alone,
waiting for the score.

That’s it? Really?! That’s it?!

No. There’s more. Must be.
It’s here, somewhere, in a crate
misplaced, neglected.

Go on.

My hands too numb to
feel, my heart too burdensome,
this ocean too deep.

This is not the time.
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