Something to Suppose

in memory of two friends who recently ended their own lives

I wonder if, when people die
by their own hand,
they die in ways they never
otherwise would understand:

I wonder if, remanding
to oblivion their breath
they do not glimpse unique
oblique effects of  death –

surprised into illumination
by the sudden dive –
a consummation so coerced
that it conspires to contrive

an exegesis peeling open
that odd egg Existence –
ripping into sight its thick
commitments and persistence.

Something to suppose.

All I know:

they chose to go.





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