The words that should have been chosen to share with the ones who wouldn’t be able to hear them themselves,
Disappear into a fog of pages and ink spread out and rewritten centuries and again.
The same wrong words show up in a never ending wripple, it cannot be run away from, like a thread that pulls through every word.
Why or how don’t matter anymore, but they hide sometimes. These so called one hits. These ones that seem to have disappeared over time.
They fight, they climb into the same vehicle, they drive away.
It’s this strange return to this same place which should have been, if being honest and listening,
Abolished immediately.
Because he never wanted this to be our lives.
Elucidating Questions 
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