Sadness is not a straight line
Like learning is not a straight line
Like anything worth doing is not
Like paradise curves and makes a mouth
In the mirror-room of our lives
And that mouth pouts I am deathly cold
With an orbit that confirms where I’ve always been
Sadness is a situation like learning is situated
Like when a world ends smashed by our orbits
Duration was never a casket it absconds
Like life and forms a body perceivable in time
But politically inaccurate it fails with deadly force
To communicate anything but what
Has happened to the soul so-called.
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Noble nights of anything but charity
Noble nights disabling me not of precarity but sky
Thinking of humanity noble nights of dignity
Dreaming a world where labor like this isn’t so
that requires more
bodies than faith
We come into sight a silent wreck of parts
Where we distribute the withdrawal of gifts
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