rushing into a room
who can’t remember
what he came to get
suppose we all get
what we came to get
that not only did we
rush headlong into
this world but we
all remembered what
we came to get
and got it going from
thing to thing not sure
what we were looking for
without even knowing
we were looking
pretending we weren’t
thus the beauty
of modern poetry
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