Missive
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Only a missive of truth
Could hold me down,
Could make me breathe with the
Ragged shudder of the newly dead.
That last gasp of wanton regret—
Suddenly it's all so clear what
Carries us forward from dawn to dusk.
Nothing but that little gasp of lucidity,
Clear only after, like a mirror unfogged
In a shimmer of morning light.
After all, what is life but a series of
Reflections, poignancies in our periphery,
And still, that little gasp
To bring it all home. What we miss
Is that truth, and that lacking is the missive
That stares back at us and reminds
Us to keep breathing, and then to not.
Could hold me down,
Could make me breathe with the
Ragged shudder of the newly dead.
That last gasp of wanton regret—
Suddenly it's all so clear what
Carries us forward from dawn to dusk.
Nothing but that little gasp of lucidity,
Clear only after, like a mirror unfogged
In a shimmer of morning light.
After all, what is life but a series of
Reflections, poignancies in our periphery,
And still, that little gasp
To bring it all home. What we miss
Is that truth, and that lacking is the missive
That stares back at us and reminds
Us to keep breathing, and then to not.
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