truth and you
it doesn't matter what you felt
little miseries
small regrets
minute desires
insignificant griefs
and harmless melancholy
the big picture looms menacing above
a zeppelin of untold rules
a symbol of the rule of
some truth
which though you may admire
you honestly can't grasp
such intimidating craft
it substitutes for you
a distant but
transparent
you
It seems that the zeppelin found its way to here once more, here being a space I cannot really pinpoint/define.
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