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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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