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Yolked

The human condition is one such

That our experience goes from

Simply making an omelette

To a sudden mess on the ground.

 

Our eyes cannot witness

The egg breaking

Not the moment it cracks

Neither the impact

The waves of ex and implosion

Nor the yolk splattering about the floor.

 

Life is just as if

You were making breakfast

One moment and then

Oh, look

I'm broken beyond repair.

Ryan Adams

Ryan Adams

Breezy

Breezy