I have found things.
Objects and resurrections of insignificance
Indulgences and schisms
Latin and flannel...
Italian and Broadway...
Ceremony and cream.
Anything to add to life, to dilute.
To bask in the moment of forgetful ignorance,
And occupy...A tired mind.
Purpose becomes a distraction,
And convolution a pattern of being
easy....
This as I sat here, wondering what to say. I feel this blog will not last much longer. It loses it's purpose rapidly. No longer a mirror, now it is a sounding board.
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