Found you

Found who?

Nothing and no one despite searching every crowd.

Searching for the songs I sang softly to the children in the night

I couldn’t say any thing isn’t about anyone

And I still see them

Hiding underneath the going of every day life

Reading silently to log for later

The preparation for what comes

What comes and what may

That nothing is glued together in the twisting changing future

And yet everything else is on such a clear trajectory

Doesn’t that seem odd

Things just don’t ignite the way they did before

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