Ecc 1:12-14: I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens. What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind! I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

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Benadryl, a poem

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the pollen swarm
is passing strewed

the snarling snout
AHHH- AHHCHOOO'd


hold on, hold on
here comes another
biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig breath in
AHHH... AAAHH--
--PAUSE--



it's quiet up here



this frozen millisecond



where velocity is zero



and my eyes are closed



at the apex of this sneeze



I am not rising



I am not falling



and it's so quiet up here



I wish I could stay



--UNPAUSE--
CHOOOOOO
and out you go
impartial spray


toxicly pink pill,
you do nothing to pollen
you do everything to me
so I may find
uncoordinated tolerance between sternutations

what is done when you are here
is lost

what is not done when you are gone
is found

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