Is what I say finally enough?
The echo of incoherent endless statements, observations, and questions.
Lend me your ear, I have a lot express, although words are not the complete message.
Eyes are open, yet your mind is distant...I have seen sparks on a cognitive highway.
Thread depth is worn from the constant acceleration that mutes thought and thinking.
All tenses converge...I have joined you in a moment of all.
All things happen now, now is infinite, never ending, stretching across all moments.
What is happening now, has not happened, is happening, and has happened. Yet, it happening bears no relevance on whether it is me or others conveying the happening.
Because I am but a manifestation of a diary, recording instances for those who see value in piecing together moments from all, for all moments.
And if not, I may lie forgotten in the infinity of all, until...is what I say finally enough?
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