gotten into the habit
into the habit
chomping at the bit to forge new meaning
with half broken moments
thoughts a wayward bullet
these strange new grooves carved upon me
into the habit, past midnight waiting
round in circles beating irregular time with calloused fingertips
what once gathered dust
is now polished smooth with use
gotten into the habit of accompanying the moon
with pointless tangents
meaningless drafts of cool refreshment
does it ever change at my own sudden whim?
taktaktaktaktaktakkitytaktaktiktak....
does it ever make sense again?
gotten into the habit
into the habit
the essence of this plastic grows more like me
is it soon enough to tell
where this bubble's drift will land
after the keys cease to speak of wandering?
-- looking for the meaning again
deeper
than before.
Welcome to my journey.
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