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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Monday, November 28, 2016

hand first

Why this name?
Such a thing can be anything
and is nothing
So why is it this?
Why is it such a thing to muster,
when looking a this cluster of objects
an objective point of view.
These selfish desires demand entanglement
and give birth to tortured continuance.
The thing of me will live on and it never has
and always will it be empty of a word called "Meaning"



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