metaphorical poetry doodle

twilight zone auras keeping me in limbo

so much out of whack

that I cannot see two inches in front of me

nothing is in place

everything scattered

and blurred, charred and prismatic

a kaleidoscope of daily tasks

that mean nothing

yet everything

zen out and do things with a purpose

but what is the purpose

of this existential crisis?


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