Thankful

For life lessons — A poem

Attempting to read the crumpling hypothesis. The moment to stand only understands. The only interaction that keeps replaying. To conquer this temperament, I am losing. Continue to fool all with wisdom. Something that is wounding me inside. Something I have repeatedly denied, I am wrong. I knew it all along. I fool none with wisdom that remains unnoticed. Blissful falsity as I am the unknown inaccuracy. I am thankful for each miserable day that costs a week. Thankful for the pretend stupidly and the real paranoia. For the deteriorated possibilities that continue to hand out failure labels. For the silence that highlights how loud these hypotheses are. For the empty joke that is entertained by the accusation.

Save the wisdom for another time. Save the time to be disappointed. No time to choke on the devious promise. Remember that the waste will not go to waste and that, unnecessary amenities will halt victory-thirsty savagery. There is no conclusion until the sight is as descriptive as the blind witness. There is no going back after the end of life. There is no precognition absent an anticipation prison. Thank life for its lessons. For the lessons that make life a living. For every new life that is just beginning, that will need the lessons we are all living.

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