It’s rare to feel contentment
Without becoming attached.
The past resembles the future
We thought so long and hard about,
So long as past looks like the past.
When it doesn’t, then it doesn’t,
And there we are, staggered and stunned,
No idea what that was about.
As soon as life’s acceptable,
Everything calm comes unlatched.
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