the world has gone and goes
farther into madness each day
hands gripping the panicked ledge
clock prying weak fingers away
losing all safety and sanity,
stripped of it daily and nightly
if you can find yourself an anchor,
hold on to it fiercely and tightly
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Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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