Continuum from Woebegone by Eliot Wilder

So I am nothing and nothing is me
A speck of dust just aching to be
I clean up in the morning
I rearrange the chairs
I live out my days
In meaningless affairs

There is no beginning and there is no end
There is only the arc of the continuum
No there is no right and there is no wrong
There is only the arc of the continuum

So I am a peephole into a windowless room
Where the sweat on the tiles is the only perfume
On the desk is diary
And next to it a vase the rose draws blood
And it drips on the lace

Went down the garden
We watched a fish die
My child she broke down and how she did cry
We said a prayer and put it in the ground
I told her one day
The fish would come back around

Ray died of cancer
It was the end of an age
Someone needs to show up and start a new page
So I look to tomorrow and I hold out hope
I'm only one knot on this long piece of rope

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