Life's Luddites

My heart is a bag of secrets

sewn in splinters and stored in crevices

And life's little nooks and crannies:

The irrationality of arguments,

The disuse of serendipitious minds,

The whispers to ears unwilling to hear.

This space gives out nothing, gives out nothing,

Not in the disarray of words and actions

And the preposterousness of this lifes luddites

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