measured quantities of routine
form worn familiar footpaths
in repetition well-traveled trails
become tiresome
vestiges of a once varied but stable life
adhesive labels on dry cardboard
stuck too tenaciously to tear away
without sacrificing some skin
is it always inevitably eventually
the choice of a boring life or a painful one
and how could it be so narrow with such wonders
words birthing worlds and colors astral cars
calling and calling to come delightedly astray
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