Let the sun extinguish and make your own with wax;
dimness is the habitat of nuance. Let the clamor
of intriguing things subside and dry.
Recall that your existence is improbable-
the thousand countless seeds that did not make us
in that tainted moment of creation. We're all dogged
by a million never-selves. Put between two fingers
all you wish to part with; bring it near and swallow.
Know you'll be outlived by every pill. Crawl into
the seasons of self with vigor and certitude.
You'll never see one twice. Caress indifference.
Wrap yourself in every dampened story that you see
until your skin is blackened with imprinted ink.
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