So you have a moment
Of true worship
And find what you’d been seeking after forgetting how to look
The moment passes, but you knew they always do
You just weren’t certain they’d ever return
You’re stronger now, you can wait for the next one—
So you return to your life
conceived, designed, and built in misery
you bring it this ecstasy
and find it has less purpose than before
that waiting seems easy, and seeking seems senseless
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