Platefuls.


Strange dichotomy,

I can be meaningless, 

in ways, too many. 

All to make bits better,

Never to self,

Forever for another. 

Strange dichotomy this, 

Can’t ignore, not overthink, 

Won’t live ignorance’s bliss. 

Give it all. Then some more. 

Comfort. Refrain. 

And then some more. 

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