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 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| Life like window shopping coffins, knowing I'm headed for a dark jar that a lone soul will be purposed to clutch, feel the heft and probably give a little shake, muttering some final words for ash with more purpose than this container I occupy beside you. Roses could lay upon my mouth, coins could straddle dull eyelids, but what purpose for flesh freshly embalmed with a painted face that could no more emote in an early afterlife than the 100 years it will take for me to lay down and give up this ghost to inhale a final breath. The lights shining directly in my eyes, misdirect. The dim light of a mortuary, maybe a few will reflect. The chairs they stack and the hall swept keep ready again to receive the lonely dead like me who spent an entire life in futility trying to remember what they came here for, as the sun rises again. 2.23.22 who knows me here, or anywhere, especially, after I'm gone? |
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