To have no future is to accept
Living in the now
The death of habit
Abolishment of filters that
Define the world
Pull its claws and make it
Safe, predictable and sane
Leaving me
No independent moves
No pattern language
Framing what comes next
Just this moment
Unmoored, without the anchor of
My self-directed mind
I am adrift
Seeking for a deconstructed heart
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