to say
with any guise of certainty
there are only two states:
happy and sad
is to blur past
blurred days
uncatalogued in complexity
shades of waterfall varieties
undiagnosed truths and uncertainties
blooming indignities and maturing recollections
to slur the notes together in legato presses
and yet
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