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Patterns Of Our Existence...

byAncient117331©

The "Patterns Of Our Existence..." shift
minute-by-minute, day-by-day - though the words
just reposition themselves - the 'Patterns' remain...
our existence.


"Patterns Of Our Existence..."

1. Something Blue...
2. Nothing Read...
3. Everything Gone...
4. "Anything" Said.

1a. The 'flower' I never gave her,
2a. Our unopened journal gathering dust...
3a. The trashcan now lies empty.
4a. "Welcome to the Hotel California" - for real.

1b. Was just another still-life watercolor...
2b. Mere words - just old meaningless words.
3b. Dreams... all of it - only dreams,
4b. "...and things that we believe in" - are no more.

1c. While all the feelings gather tight -
2c. Meandering, silly moments recorded -
3c. Wisps of nothingness -
4c. "...turning into another dream..." - each night.

1d. As I watch her leave...
2d. With my unseeing eyes...
3d. Not even our tears...
4d. "Love is not enough in itself..." - never was.

"For real
are no more...
each night -
never was."

"Something Blue..."

The 'flower' I never gave her,
was just another still-life watercolor...
while all the feelings gather tight -
as I watch her leave...

"Nothing Read..."

Our unopened journal gathering dust...
mere words - just old meaningless words.
Meandering, silly moments recorded -
with my unseeing eyes...

"Everything Gone..."

The trashcan now lies empty.
Dreams... all of it - only dreams,
wisps of nothingness -
not even our tears...

"Anything Said..."

"Welcome to the Hotel California" - for real.
"...and things that we believe in" - are no more.
"...turning into another dream..." - each night.
"Love is not enough in itself..." - never was.

"Patterns Of Our Existence..."

The 'flower' I never gave her,
Our unopened journal gathering dust...
The trashcan now lies empty.
"...and things that we believe in" - are no more.

Was just another still-life watercolor...
Mere words - just old meaningless words.
Dreams... all of it - only dreams,
"...turning into another dream..." - each night.

All the feelings gather tight -
Meandering, silly moments recorded -
Wisps of nothingness -
"Love is not enough in itself..." - never was.

As I watch her leave...
With my unseeing eyes...
Not even our tears...
"Welcome to the Hotel California" - for real.

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