Nonsense Revisited
We are what we are
or are we?
what if we are not
like a drought
like a fish on a bike
like a fleeting thought
like a drain plug
where water never flows
like lubrication
for non moving parts
like a door to nowhere
in the middle of it (nowhere)
like this poem
going nowhere
but here it is now
like the thunder in the sky
and we are
what we are.
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