no mishmash of future or present or past or yesterday and now
no ruffles
but pinpoints of flattery, tied to this or that emotion
emptiness?
not a pendulum today, but a wandering child. unsettled, unset.
happy to be wonderfully confused? can we just relabel the confusion like that? paint it good?
truth, beauty. pencil shavings. I can't unsharpen this. I can't go back to brand new, blank surface.
but I guess that doesn't mean it's too late for everything.
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