I keep looking at my life
turning it over and over
it has this amazing black resin now
I never noticed before and
how much more personal
it seems though still resistant
to any but anecdotal evidence
for or against itself still bringing
only unreliable witnesses
with unsubstantiated theories
to report on indefinite conjectures
and if you hold it away at one angle
from you the shining resin starts to melt
and run off like happiness into the ground
but if you turn it toward you like
sadness it never wants to let you go.
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