It might take longer than you think:
A shopping list, a bottle of unopened cleaner,
Financial pictures painted across outdated hard drives.
Drops of dishwater
Falling into the transcendental sea.
Will you die
Under the tyrannical wings of the ordinary,
With the Billboard Hot 100 trapped in your head?
A way of understanding:
You see through a glass.
Darkly, your soul surrenders to the moment.
But you were not invited.
You were held hostage.
A ragdoll left on the lawn to drown
In your own artificial irrigation,
Only to be picked up by a bright-eyed child
The morning after.
How to account for hope?
By: Jake Adams
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