Am There, Doing That

We walk inside and turn around
Then track the palindrome back down
And out the door through which we came
Both entrée and egress the same
In all respects except reversed
Like Sisyphus we all are cursed
To disarray then make our beds
To first lay down then raise our heads
To fall in love then…
Huh. That’s odd.
I’m still in love?
There is a God!

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Silliness is good
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