Fuel for fire for fuel.
That's how the cycle goes
Converting energy until
we find it suitable to fulfill need.
I stare at my recent test,
noting the carbon residue
that sits on the half
I forgot about with pen in hand.
Do hobbies fall into
hierarchical form,
no matter the importance,
the instant meaning?
It's a double barreled question,
one that should be double checked
before ignorantly firing off
at a foggy target.
Such heavy points
could sink into treacherous waters,
and if not checked before thrown,
treasures could be dragged down with it.
Sometimes, friends connect interests,
or throw them to you as salvation.
If we can measure the method,
can we measure the user?
These thoughts come
moments before charred meat
reaches my nose.
An irony of sorts.
Lets just say
cycles never finish.
They take breaks,
but they continue, someday.
The questions that drive you mad
need to be left to the side for a time.
Less they repeat over and again.
Is this piece of writing
cyclical or linear to you?
Better question:
can you read it?
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