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The unthinkable happens.

And then what? then what do you think?

If the monks meant it

at our hospice

we will meditate.

Consciousness has become big business –

and our expectations were unreasonably high.

A small moment on starbird road:

You kissed my forehead

and I saw things differently.

What should I say to her now?

She is just a stranger.

The music is painful, intentional.

We get angry and try to reject the photographer.

She killed a morning with her shattered glass,

her essay smelling of cigarettes.

We didn’t know how impatient

it all could be.

Sleeping in the cold, making fiction with our eyes.

Everything in place

as we are moved.