the fragmentary moments vanish
blur into the greater god’s oblivion
one would think yet one does not
possess enough will to resist
the smothering onslaught’s surge
long enough to think for oneself
long enough to think one can
exposition’s time’s relentless
explanation nags at rags
each scrap a potential cause
each thread must unravel
into totality’s tight mosaic
one’s existence is not whole
one exists within the whorl
(March 9, 2017)
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