My crooked little kitchen
but you don’t really see it
the pain to get it perfect
more than the whole is clear
in the faint light of morning.
Homeless everything physical
gets put out there to fall apart
while everything not physical
like thought is permanent
and stays itself forever.
Thus our crooked lives
but you don’t really see them
wandering all over the map
going backward to go forward
or going forward to go forward.
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