There seems to be some mistake;
there seems to be a fault unforeseen
before now.
Outside there is
gauzy cloudiness; outside sunshine
seems slightly hidden.
Opposites attract
one another; opposites each prove
existence of another.
If you were to think of a concept
it would be obvious; not that one,
but another one.
This is not a time to question
your head; this is a time
to accept it wholesale.
Just sit and do nothing
for a while, a long while;
let things tumble within.
You’ll be alright, someday;
if not, at least you will go out
confused but happy.
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onward,
T
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