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Welcome to the Agglomeration

Honey

Perchance if it does end there,
then we won't have to stop,
and those fleeting eyes can linger
just two moments more. He is
dead and buried,
after all.

What if something lies behind that tinted pane,
and stares into a void every time we
see ourselves and wonder
how much hair we've lost since last
we flossed.

And if this is the next movement in
an eternal partita, perhaps our
chances are stacked on mellow ground.
The pendulum does swing in two
directions.

By some divine inspiration, that ending must
imply some beginning - lost to those who seek it,
yet naked to the blind. To know sweetness is to
believe fruit tastes funny.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.