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minor homage to canon, scene and vanity of human wishes
lines from the back of the bottom drawer
I love the way I don’t exist
and won’t have ever been
so many differences I’ve not made
and never twice the same
here are the eggs, who knows which hen?
hatched, counted and so soon despatched
nor are you, were you, never will
I know that you’re not reading this
still, tooth and claw, I diminish myself
it was a life’s work
I did not shirk
how very few will nurse this curse
world out like a candle
when?
we are why caring?
why rehearse?
here’s to a mill of grist!
as under a glass
look up to see
a magnified eternity
I know I won’t be missed
still I must say it darkly
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