Eliot



Contentedness and the inability to
be moved
(swayed)
while retaining the ability to feel.
risk.
without becoming vacant.

We are rarely victims- mostly volunteers.
What do you volunteer yourself to?
What are you choosing?

We do the damnedest things to feel a sense of purpose.

I rode late with no knife.
Old people holding hands after[an assumed]all.
We're all rubbish.
We are all teeming with potential
and I ignore stoplights.

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