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Volume 12.2

Flora Field

All of the Prompts Fail Me

Despite my best intentions
I cannot get on board with the arbitrary.

This should be prefaced 
with “these days” or

some other modifier of time.
For there was in the past

a time of great preoccupation  
with objects. An interest in 

even a need to distill them down  
to their most fundamental parts. 

And then taking those parts.
Adding them up and removing

and recombining until 
something more could be said.

These days, I take nothing 
to task. At the top of the stairs

in the small room I stare 
at the objects around me 

and beg them to take on 
a meaning beyond their own. 

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