Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Infinite. Eternal. Whatever.

 




Infinite. Eternal. Whatever.


We can start if you like.

Talk a walk.

Order in lunch.

Start a diary.


I mean … start a

manly, map journal

with rocks, blood, and sticks

and moss or rabbit fur for 

staunching

the flow, while

diagramming this

bleeding life.


I’m quite sure I,

that is, I, will not,

will not, make it to the end

of the tallied totals.

Infinite. Eternal.


You might not 

be there

any way.


And … I’ve already 

seen … some of the 

credits ... rolling.


Otherwise,

No comment.

Call my office.



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DLWhite

January 3, 2024

4:29 pm

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