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Meter of meaninglessness
drafts us to seamless duties.

Like darkness unfolds my
hand to reach its destination:
limiting me to flitter
on the grayscale of feelings.

Without His haft
I am not half of myself.
Again and again, I invoke Him
to direct me to ply the river of design.

editors note:

Pondering what it means to make as the maker meant. – mh clay

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