Beyond this black curtain
this veil of my window
on its sense of mourning
on the grief walled by the frames
of a house devastated
...clouds drift, a sail boat stirs its way
a man paddles it to a distance
the sun rises, all things move
all molecules collide
all atoms consistently collide
making me feel
everything is alive
i am, too, breathing still
despite.
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