Whatever comes together | disintegrates, falls apart the skeleton key fits, | unlocks our heart's door. Desire, stormy weather | on a cartographer's chart, wrinkled, it transmits | an unintelligible, mad lore. The key catches the lock | faceted truth, splinters dirty data, overload | bits are entangled, not lost. Progress of the clock | … Continue reading sam | sara
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The Indispensable Person
"...Take a bucket and fill it with water, Put your hand in it up to the wrist, Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining Is a measure of how you’ll be missed." —Saxon White Kessinger, "The Indispensable Man." The Internet contends that this fragment was carried around by Dwight D. Eisenhower.
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