uncertain resurrection
as if he had known
it was coming
which he couldn’t have
he had no warning
but he’d lit three candles
on the coffee table
and set a bottle of water
on the table beside him
a few favorite books
strewn on the couch
where he was found sitting
slumped a little forward
as if listening intently
to music or a distant voice
or reaching for his notebook
to write something down
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