Casting lines into rivers. I reeled my heart in a long time ago, gazing at an esoteric moon, thoughts tumble down the corridor. Maybe I think too much and say too little. I would consult the tea leaves, but I threw them out. No cogs or gears. I wasn't built for this, a sensitive soul tucked inside of a shell. No chasing trivial pursuits. The sun lost interest. The lines become taut with vicissitudes. The mask slips away. The stars watch as they walk a straight line in this crooked world.

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