this is where dreams are grown
and fall victim to history
persistent threads of memories
pictures
sounds
smells
--believe or not
they have the most impact--
trail one another
with whole armadas of new beginnings
on the horizon
yet catastrophes
bigger than ourselves
smash everything
under the sun
unto the harsh wall of
statistical variability
"most of the time
things just happen, you know"
listening to maddening
shrieks of random noise
as hopes transgress to become
nightmares
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