Personal Transactions in Time (Destination Unknown)

It was essentially a point of view,
an annihilation of a thought,
like canceling a bad check.

Not something to be understood,
only a process to be executed:
reinforcement for the next time around,
the next time around, and the next time around.

The choices always seem the same,
as if we knew what they were all along.
And I continued to arrive,
I continued to arrive

at the same place:
destination unknown,
destination unknown.

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