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Spaghetti knots

84 year long dash

death is a memory

of the nothing again

where you watch the universe laugh

against your fading tickling touch

like the sun that spreads fingers onto the land

onto you

a piece of the land who is going back home

to the place where no one has yet complained

with your fingers clenched into night

*

we disappear

warn the peop –

*

i imagine that when lazarus was dying the second time

he was thinking about how he could’ve done more

still more

if only he was given a third time around

*

it is wrong

to say we are running out of time

we never had it

we were it

we can only outrun ourselves

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