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Random Whole by Raven Mcgraw
Pieces are hanging off the sides
caught by their rough edges
gripping each other
every part floating
my thoughts swirling around in space
chaotic friction obtained when they collide
abraided
made aggregate
torn and made trepid
worrying they will not be chosen
and made part of what's happening
if they cannot be seen as part of a whole
Existence will be perfection
if chance can be turned on by a slave
swinging by where it works
just beyond the edge of this page
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