I sketch your face and abode into memory,
A projector shoots your shadow on the wall;
The world’s details are toys for amusement,
And death into life's presumption falls.
Symbolic meanings tease and pester,
While synchronicity's go unexplained;
As long as you're determined life have meaning,
There'll be no order to your days.
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