the big sleep comes when we least expect.We practice and rehearse
by eliding /censoring/forgetting/mumbling over mysteries
every good story thrills long before the ending/so when
one leaves beside us/hole in space where she is no longer
(we will be gone-you will forget-this line leads into fog)
Awakening takes lifetimes.Partial sleep covers us each dreaming.
Some make a monastery of manners/excluding those beggars who tug @sleeves
who whisper in your ear"This,too,shall pass". And when it does
how can we act so fresh surprised?When death has been with us all this shadowed life?
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