everything, it is said
must be filled to the brim
with deep meaning,
must be metred just so,
with intense, gut wrenching emotion
to be of any value at all,
to be worth an iota of effort

as if the words themselves
are small tapped out strings of void
as if the they are not imbued with
millenia of intent

even a random selection,
unmeasured and reckless
is more wondrously full
than the rising sun
for the life and the lives behind them

cat, moon, love, bright, black, home

so much in such nonsense…

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