Through stumbling mistakes,
and various versions of re-take,
gradually (hopefully), we become
whatever best edition of us is possible,
in this imperfect time and place.
(To be continued…)
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“The world doesn’t revolve around you,” she said, sighing.
“No,” I replied, “The world revolves around an evil, heaving, ball of gas and chaos which, sooner or later, is going to kill everyone, yet, regardless, they worship it.”
“You think too much,” she frowned, condescending pity.
(To be continued…)
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Temporality passes,
by definition they imply,
but this denies the pain
that seems everlasting.
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This “thing” passes?
Maybe, but as far as I remember,
it’s all I’ve ever known.
(To be continued…)
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I didn’t,
I wouldn’t,
I shouldn’t,
I doesn’t.
… Beyond tense,
but not beyond tension.
(To be continued…)
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