How do we face up to existence?
When remembrance is lost in quietude:
Rescinded by dignity, shattered in an empty shell, life unhurriedly obliterates itself.
Challenging by duration.
When do we instantaneously
find the time to prepare ourselves for casualty?
We don't,
We find a way to accept the loss of recollection.
We pray, and we absorb the pain as we slowly grow dim to life
acceptance;
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