As one travels across along a meaningless world.

As one travels across along a meaningless world.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The uncertainty ...
when meaning
became
meaningless
in a world facing disorder
where what matters
doesn't matter anymore.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 29, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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