Irrelevance Fills My Mind - Poem by Adya
Irrelevance fills my mind;
unrelated, disembodied experiences rush forth.
They are alien to my life, and yet I think them.
Should they be written down?
yes, they should.
But they are not I!
a poem is a poem
for once, ever, and always.
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