was all we ever wanted
as creatures of the earth
not to be influenced by death
if life could not be truly lived
‘I can’t take it anymore’ scrawled
in ruby lipstick on the mirror
how go on in blindness illness
depending your whole life
on a certain sense of self-control
no longer to be counted on to show up
at the corner of thought and feeling
at midnight in the village
of conscience and couth
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