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Sequential Chaos


Oh my! How mundane a life we lead!
The routine; the cycle; of opening doors at dawn and not-so-short naps at night.
Seamless transitions of those two truants do harm,
That if undone,
Would prove life rich and fulfilling.
Sequence snaps bring forth impedance sure enough,
But never has it been said
“Stagnate till death under composure’s veil”
And never will it be.

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