You have a hole in your theory
Like a hole in a sock::::
May be unaware of it
From within your daily struggle
Didn't notice
Pulling it on
Don't feel
In your daily rush
Nobody can see
The hole::::and your theory
Slung there surrounding
The hole::::parts
Slip into the nothing
Untangling unraveling
Vanishing forever.
And after work perhaps
When bending down
When sliding off
You discover the hole::::
No one mends holes::::
So you throw it out
Quickly but your theory
You hold on to like
Onto the discarded sock's mate
Placed in a bottom drawer
Removed from the dryer
Every so often::::mysteriously.
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