Those hackneyed myths desperately clutching
At the tail of an ever ungraspable presence
A shuffling of the deck
To find a script you can speak
But life being life
Which has to move
Like it or not
Ready or not
There is no one way
You're supposed to feel
Spinning gold filigrees from the straw
Of yesterday's regrets
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