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The vast sense of pointless-
ness he remembered he knew
was not present now. He knew
that whilst it hung over his
head as the dichotomy to his
ambition, it was not the reason
the people around were so
unsuccessful.

I hate that bleary sunshine

That dull bright light
Bleaching meaning, hope and good intentions
from the thick hard face of oblivion

Wisdom farming

That breaking point was
impossible to find. He searched
for it like a mad +
lazy blindman scrambling
around the sahara, looking
for a single pearl.
A sad + crazy mute
watched on.