it happens when nothing matters
and when everything matters
every day of every week
of every month of every year
and it never seems to end
it has no end
a continuum
a playing record
stuck on repeat
on repeat. on repeat.
but why and how, it makes no sense
absolutely no sense
to you and to me
to you
to me
or maybe it does
and we just can't see

by E. V. Konstantine

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