a poem

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a bird feathered
with the blue of the sky,
a dog with love
curled into fur
that never sheds

learnt from you
long enough ago,
now i learn from them

i know
i know
i’m the causer of pain,
both for you
and for them,

and still
i slowly die
with…

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A poem

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A busy calendar sits alone
in a renovated room,
darkened with room-darkening curtains
I bought brand new.
Messed with markers,
black and blue,
bruised by the folding of a month
finished somewhere new.
Fashioned by the capacity
to do, do, do,
lost in my own autonomy,
hoping this isn’t a wish I wished through
with a permanent strike
that means…

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a poem

“This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart.”

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

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A poem

“All our visitors bring happiness.
Some by coming.
Others by going.”

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But some of us visitors
also see.

Silence is as close
as we
can be
to cease
to be.

(It is
incomprehensible:
the thing that
life must repress.
And life is simply
the negation
of death.)

But this stream
is…

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