I MAY HAVE GONE OUT
I belittle the sky, I belittle the land,
I belittle those around me, I belittle
those not yet here. I draw no set
distinctions, just finding my
discontent everywhere.
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The swimmer in the old canal
may have drowned and froze by
now. I can think I see him frozen
body in the ice. But it's not him.
Where the thin ices starts melting,
the coldness peels away. Perhaps
this death will rise again.
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I may have gone out, like a candle,
long ago. Or it may be just that I am
not still here when you arrive. In its
way, that is having 'gone out' too.
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