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To be focused on one's grief
That is the sole remedy for pain;
The agency that sets the world spinning again
And sets the stars in their firmament.
To set aside the immovable
That is the aspiration of fools,
The temptation of the day trippers who play the pools
And the fortunate ones who forget the permanace
Of bonds, memories and shared recollection
With every picture postcard and nick nack again on the shelf
To remind you what's misesing, what one
Has done to the picture, the object, the soul, the self.
David Levitas
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