Oh Well. (Oh Hell.)

Recollections harbor

ardor and affection
for each other just
when they are threatened
with defection.
The mind does not appear
to want to die.

Espying in its eye
the whole trajectory
of life you’ve lived
derives from the propinquity
of imminent extinction:
sieved into the final lie
you’ll know:

that you will stay alive
if you surrender
the immediate and total
memory of everything:
recapturing the flow.
Oh well. (Oh hell.)
You go.







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