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There is no reason in the fractured road,
where projects fall like rain on paper.
The questions make little sense.
questioned a hundred times,
came face to silence.
We seek order,
sketching lines
step counting
trusting we have control.
Then life laughs.
shaking the table
and the bits disperse.
No logic in the abrupt loss,
the goodbye without a justification,
the coming tempest
on a quiet morning.
This strikes one as unjust.
It's empty.
Still, even in the gibberish,
a calm rhythm humming,
a riddle reminding us
We are humble.
but nonetheless here.
Maybe "no sense"
its own lesson:
That significance is not provided.
but established,
one delicate moment at a go.