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It Looked Good on Paper

Response to a GIF prompt from Heather

A day reads as a passage read aloud
That more resembles hallways seen up close
And leads to tiny, cluttered chambers cramped
With verbose mind and punctuation thoughts.

Each moment is a paper thin event,
A single page that captures fractures of
A narrative alive as life itself
Dependent on, yet free of those before.

So often and so easy torn away
From memories, divorced from corridors
That both before and after led the way
And brought this character along this prose.

An existential panic leads to dread
Considering the way that we are thrown
By chapters of the past into a fray
And left here in this paragraph alone.