that things would start over;
there'd be a clean sheet
for us to beautify with
clear, well-delineated lines
between our successes
and our failures;
our hopes and our
frustrations;
the place we live and
where we die
a little more every day.
As always, though,
those lines will blur
and intersect,
become confused
and make the page
a mess.
Again.
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