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Misspelled Cosmos and seaman,  I was drunk, alone, and emotional when I wrote it. The picture is of my last night sleeping in a house I lived in for close to 9 years. Those were the only things really left in the house.

Ceaseless

What was

Isn't

What is

Won't be

What will be won't be

Inch by inch
Day by day
In every way
Change and change and change again

Here we are in quantum death
Never dead and always dying
Always a different river always a different man
This the way of deathless dying

But what could be might be
And what might be
Very may will be
But all remains
And all is lost again and again

This the only true permanence the paradoxical nonsense of solidity

Nothing Resolves

~ nothing resolves ~

Paycheck's gone

Sleep paralysis

Days spent like puppets on strings

No anesthetic but dont scream

Scalpels and needles and stitches 

Irritation agitation 

Scrape scrape scrape

Hard to rest in bumpy rides, no cushions

Jostled and slid, bruised and tired

Time to work