The Enigma Of Content - Poem by Douglas Scotney
In a dream of no more content
expectation of disturbance
upsets that dream of content.
shows content non-existent
in the absence of content.
There's a problem in saying, 'They're hollow,
for whom content is content.'
But no such problem seems extant
for whom 'I am' is the same as 'I follow'.
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