I awake every day half-drowning in
thoughts in all the world unknown
And hoping to God that my boss isn't
trying to call me on the phone.
My thoughts aren't tight. I read and I
write in hopes that I cement them.
They make me uneasy. I do the same
things in hopes that I forget them.
The one greater theme that unites all
my days (in the kindest way to frame it):
I'm the one true believer in an idea so
novel I lack the words to name it.
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