When everyday pieces are gathered

They show a series of sameness without any intention.

Irregular arrays are perfect because they are incomplete.

I hope everything will never be completed,

Eternally.

I am aware that I can't go back.

So where am I now

Everywhere and nowhere

Blind without purpose.

In a constantly changing situation

Trying to avoid change

The image of freedom without obligation seems perfect today.

 

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