this time everything is masticated
they will not see mouth or teeth
they will not hear you but you
never look for any beginning like
the usual hey there hello how are you
you set all these aside as unimportant
you look forward like the nose of a train
there is no coming back there is no one
there anyway and how things have become
so interesting by then colors and scents
and the movement of clouds in air and
olaf's summer and snowman and
whatever that makes you irrelevant and free
from threats of your extinction like what
you are doing now: keeping a bag ready
all dirty clothes wrapped in cellophane
chances are nil, and life is opening as
you set aside the curtains to let light in.
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