A meditation on hope

Trapped in a twelve dimensional labyrinth called life,

We often grasp at thin air.

Jump to land on nothing there.

The world is full of everything.

Yet we rely on the invisible, inaudible, intangible.

Inexhaustible-for if you cannot see it running out,

You can always reach for more.

If the genuine thing is out of stock the placebos are even better.

One syllable of hope does the job

better than any amount of oxydroxymoxypropanaline they can prescribe.

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