no understanding, no clear cut path,
where to go? In the darkness,
a loon cries out, echoing my own emptiness.
the world around is a garish yellow, whirling around at a pace
so fast it is too bright to see... and inside i spiral endlessly around my own small enclosure,
trying to make a difference in all of it, in the glowing sunny tornado that spins around me,
and only succeeding to be a voilet among the daisies.
glowing terminal, nothing to say,
words little black lines,
on a spreadsheet page,
a story too long
even to contemplate,
too little time to crash,
nothing to plan, so much to do,
and the emptiness feeling inside.....
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