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can we say 'x will happen tomorrow'
and be right or wrong — mean anything?
that which will happen will happen;
a thousand possibilities curled in a chrysalis
beating like a clock
Standing at the sink, it's hard
to listen to you sometimes,
gritting my teeth, talking,
the only thing sinking in
your cheap, gold earrings.
stacked precariously,
these days begin to tower
waver
in the wind
we don't choice when we
throw in the towel
fold,
collapse inward
like a dying flower
clench hands
together, lowering
fingers link.
close your eyes,
pray
to meaning.
all treasure,
if left long enough.
becomes trash,
old.
all trash,
if melted long enough
becomes treasure,
gold.
suppressed,
repressed, next
depressed.
depths,
pressures,
being pressed
tests?
use yourself your mind your body your soul
apathy entropy disuse decay
is sin
use me if you must
all the referents, meanings
we don't know where to find them
since we flipped the words, one by one
and found nothing behind them.
"you're a snowflake"
so unique
similar, yes but — special
not exactly.
more like water or,
better still,
one of many swimmers
all pulled by the same current
all heading downstream.
one
burnt and cracked
foot in front of the other
we walk
heavily,
hand in hand
to a place where
there is no rain
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