HAD NO EXISTENCE
Was never was. Did not live at all.
Never had being. A full negation of
everything : OK, signal my symbol
for trying these times. All is/is not.
I never tremble at the edge of a knife.
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The curlicue of only good fire can grab
my attention now. Twelve miles off from
the Bear Mountain Bridge, and high above
it all - 'Road Closed - No Access' - we
sit it out. Having made a campfire, now we
must worry the light, and the smoke? This
close to a Christmas revel, why should we?
And what Rangers are around here now?
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Dark and cold and chilly. Nothing uplifting
about this at all. Walking one rocky path
after another, I've worn out my feet and my
patience. Just let me sit a while, and the hell
with anything else. I'm tired, and weary.
Cold. Like I was never alive.
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