Irrelevance Fills My Mind
21st Century
Irrelevance fills my mind;
unrelated, disembodied experiences rush forth.
They are alien to my life, and yet I think them.
Should they be written down?
Maybe,
yes, they should.
But they are not I!
*heh*
a poem is a poem
for once, ever, and always.
DayPoems Poem No. 1304
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1304.html">Irrelevance Fills My Mind by Adya</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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