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familiarity is frail
a sickly patient, pacing circles in an empty ward
awaiting its demise
succumbing to terminal change.
So few things keep it alive
yet it stands
pale and green
but alive
aware of its own fate, and yet remains in itself a boisterous brag of resilience.
Resilience, or ignorance? A doublethinking familiarity?

What's all in all is all that ends.