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(Day 244) Rye

The problem was always in the pronouns.

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(Day 243) Multistellar

I’m the only man
I know who’s lucky
enough to bask
in the light of three suns.

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(Day 242) Starlight

One day
you might see me
from the freeway,
twinkling blue and white
through the trees.

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(Day 241) Wi-Fi

You don’t
know what you’ve
got ‘til it’s gone.

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(Day 240) Popularity

This great awakening
needs education,
not new indoctrination.

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(Day 239) Hark Thee, Hypocrisy

It saddens me to see how many open-minded brothers and sisters stand blind to their own biases. Trust not in angst, for it fogs your eyes. Step back and read as many objective reports on a subject before shouting your first thought. As much as you’d like to believe that conspiracies are laws rather than theories, each has its flaws and must be looked at in that light. Prefer dry, honest facts to sensationalism and then you can truly awaken to the intricacies of interwoven humanity.

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(Day 238) Parallels

My nephew told my parents and I that his sixth grade teacher doesn’t allow “isolated water” in her classroom. When we asked him to clarify, he said, “you know, like water with ice in it.” We laughed at first, but then I thought, how different are isolated hearts?

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(Day 237) Boxes

I had grown so accustomed to unpacking boxes that it felt strange to watch my life poured into those cardboard cubes, to feel the weight of it all carried up and down the stairs, stacking it all in neat rows to be loaded into a truck, the feeling of one chapter coming to an end and another waiting to begin.

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(Day 236) Preoccupation, Predestination

To dwell
is to create hell,
so I’ll weave light
into my very own
slice of paradise.

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(Day 235) V(o)ice

We must remember
the difference between
desires and temptations.

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(Day 234) Chapters

It is no crime
to leave behind
a teacher when
the time has come,
but it is a true offense
should you forget
the lessons that
they taught.

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(Day 233) Bliss

All are equal
in the eyes
of zombies.

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(Day 232) Cult of the Flower

Long ago, two black dogs descended from the stars chasing each other’s tails. As they twirled round and round above the many worlds, they shook from their fur sacred seeds from their homeland, blessing generations to come where they fell and took root, the blossoms they would bare ripe with celestial wisdom.

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(Day 231) Potato

This life
is seldom simple
save for the rich
and the remiss.

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(Day 230) Agency

Sit in a car parked in a forest with the windows rolled up and your earphones in and the branches and leaves of the trees all around you will seem to move of their own accord, the audible evidence of their being acted upon replaced with your own soundtrack, the invisible breaths that animate their foliage blocked by panes of glass. Confined to a single sense in your interpretation of the events playing out before your eyes, you are as you will always be when observing your brothers and sisters lest you unplug and lower the barriers that prevent you from recognizing the wind that stirs us all and the storm it carries upon its back.