I dont have punctuation
It always bothered me
Not simply because I could not master it
Nor because I didnt want it to master me
Thus Im a little unhinged
Somewhat scattered
Wanting for structure
Lacking definition
And for all my anxieties and concerns
The insistent need
Persistent passion
And obsessive compulsion
It feels more true to leave it off
Because when the lines begin to blur
And beginnings intermingle with endings
The deeds of before commingle
With the outcomes of the present
Who we were jumps ahead of who we will be
And makes us focus on who we are
Now
Right now
Mostly though
When the scaffolds fall aside
It becomes less about me and you
And more
about us
About the Creator
Christopher Zachary
Nuclear physicist by training, genetic analyst by practice, writer, book lover, and anachronism at heart.
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