Saturday, November 16, 2024

automatic poem 11/16/2024

Be here now, 
In a way. 
Accord yourself 
With everyone. 
The day we met 
Members only 
Of human bondage. 
My life as I knew it. 
Group according. 
Feel like 
The universe:
Strength in numbers 
Of mice and men. 
A question 
Consecrated by
Group identity. 

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