Flit in and out of lives like a census check
Touching and being touched without the possibility
Of permanence, of the cushion of long-term relationship,
And if this is the chaos and unpredictability of days,
And if this is the unscheduled schedule,
Does it then become routine, this impermanence, this daily dive
Into the unknown,
Or do I remain true to myself by default?
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