It’s a game it’s a challenge it’s a thrill and then it’s a yawn.
The motes do all the dancing around here.
We’ve been through harder times than this.
We make soup from bones and dirty socks.
Bring in the moldy oranges and yeast from the kitchen.
You would be surprised.
You learn or you don’t.
You die, regardless, mud up to your teeth.
Flowers continue
to grow.

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