1915
6.88
29.iii.25
haunted by the
living
how they ache into day
and sometimes lost for conversation
just as we imagine
they’re in the words we’ve had
they are all could have been
many years since
gone and going
are going to be
once we were significant
always other though
our guess grim
turn on the tv when we arrive
that’s to be somewhere else
once in a fold self
now, a little bitter, how not?
one may always think to haunt back
that’s involuntary
the problem was always listening
a stethoscope and knee tap hammer
privately the rain
then no bird flies
no one sings
what was will never serve for glory
no one said forever
forever was always there
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