There is a part of me in suffering
so far removed from my
everydays, almost mistaken
for a separate state entirely.
Does a day descend without your
presence--
When again the concrete integrations
of my together expectations
again particulates into windstreams,
swept along the dust-clogged avenues
of our designs?
I must bear these atrocities I
ask to turn away from;
I must watch longer the television
screen and try to participate in tragedy
not my own.
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