2314
7.121
2.v.26
don’t
worry ‘bout a thing
Epicurean
poem
for those who remain
today
is the first of something
but
what?
it all
just stops and you’re not there
there’s
no one and nothing
no
witness either
who’s
scratching in the wall?
suppose
a world goes on
just
suppose
wish
up a star yet
something
woke me
there’s
something doubtless
we’ve
come to guess
it
takes a leaf to gather rain
takes
the shine off a sun
who’s
scratching?
this
is just a theory, mind
dreamt
all the way here
and
all the way home
some are
still at it today
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