Not a moment or moments
moving through us
at the speed of light,
not coincidence
or souvenir
but a series of
unrelated events,
a strange set of
disconnected marks,
what makes a body float
in salt-dense water,
the lifeless with their
absolute lack of use
for oxygen or tears
makes us surprisingly
aware-
there is no cure.
After worry, before
the terrible consummation
of inner darkness
small dots of puzzle
created to create a sense
of reassurance
instantly disappear.
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