occasionally I find myself
thinking about loss
it’s a strange feeling, preparing for moments that are inevitable
i almost imagine the numbness
it’s like hardening molten metal in a furnace
moments on the verge of collapse
life is so short
but would it be different if it was longer?
if we were a piece of string
coiled up
would we see ourselves unfold?
into a straight line, with a beginning and an end?
or are we really a knot
never to be untied
always blissfully unaware
of how we started
and where the end might be



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