Affliction confliction
It's never too late or ever too soon
And each repeats itself
Before the judge
A judgement.
The day will come
And then...
To start again, cannot pretend
The thought that isn't there.
A new relief, but all it can
Create is an
Unbalanced image of existence.
A past self becomes negative
And never does return.
Suffering a general separation
From that which was the daily life
Of us all, and on.
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