
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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…actually, why not?

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
© 2021 threegoodwords
where do you draw the line?
now that your reading’s done
and you’re aware of lives
lived by codes outside and beyond
everything you know
the accepted nastiness lingering
behind the famed glory
the casual cruelty accepted
behind the ingenious order
praised since time untold
…
and yet, there is such a thing as reception
that old question
how much is too much
and what of honesty?
what of that which happened
often, far too often
and must be thought of
retold
clearly, without softening
without any lenses blurred
sharp contours of thought
and feeling
of all those grey areas in between
painful, upsetting
without clear lines from A to B
but that’s what it’s really about
or not?
exploring the edges
diving down into darker depths
drawing out the essence of storytelling
finding new ways to reach
what we all strive for
clarity.
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