porch, further

| April 30th, 2006

i like thinking when
   i smoke
and smoking with i’m
   thinking about death
and our place in this world
that transgression
a passing out of all
   our memories
transcending beyond a
   blink out
holding together a feeling of
   some universal truth
an idea of everything
   in a nutshell
beyond our naive understanding
a fading into what we are
and nothing to show for it
no need for a show

but losing it all?
being without you
or these moments
   pleasant memories in the
   ether of this everyday?

it makes me ache
   this loss of all we are

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