They walk alive
In rigor mortis
Of routine;
The selfsame adventures
Over and over
Till memories are maimed
Coagulated
In an endless reel
Of a single frame
Until that very end
When all goes black
And it begins again
Without palpable pause
Amidst absent applause
Amazing
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That is because you pen stirring ideas. Wish you all the best.
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Wonderful!
Thank you 😊 Glad you liked it 🙏🙏
You’re very welcome indeed
Wow! I love “the rigor mortis of routine”!
Thank you 😊 Glad you liked it
It perfectly describes so many of my working days. 🙁
Yeah😅… So do mine… The curse of modern times
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