if this be the last word in the last line
on the last day of my life(so be it.
Quality is no consideration
when it comes to endings
there is a certain rough equality
yet we never expect our children
to leave before their elders
Endings never make sense-
being truncation of as the yet unexpressed
Consider each day a beginning-
whether first or last or random
I see each moment as treasure
not to be stored-more distributed
so each and every and all
might taste a sample of life's buffet
and we of gluttonous appetites
might devour more /once they restock/restore
our positive vocabulary...
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