Good morning

Why must we pretend to know
exactly what we’re doing,
our intentions,
our ambitions.
I suppose the invention of having it together
was made with a purpose.
There, there is a purpose.
There is a meaning.
An illusion of peace and soundness
in the reality of chaos.

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