I forget why,
but never mind how
who said what when
or where, but nowadays
lately and my whole life
long, there simply pretends
to be nothing particularly
wrong.
It's a puzzle.
And I intend.
But I know I never will,
more wish,
all whim and fancy
justifications imaginable
- I conceive a possibility
you might want to kill like
now? Right now? Before it sets
in?
If one conceives what one wants
with intention and without limitation,
I have heard the universe responds.
You have to listed quietly
whenever it's on
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