isms.

Beginnings do not predict other instances,

fluid natures of even the rocks of life,

strangle the exhilaration,

before you become too attached and come,

to expect caring eyeballs,

systems that don’t eat their own tales,

and

generations filled with promise,

promises,

pledged by all those previous.

 

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