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in my worst moments
my mind has seen life
                                           (and all its entanglements)
as a game



an unfriendly game
taken seriously and
personally

 

 

                                (a constant encounter

                                                                          across the gap

                                       between mind and

                                                                                        ?
                                                                                            something
                                                                                            I feel too

                                                        distracted
                                             to get a firm grip
                                                                              on
                                                                                            whatever
                                                                                            it
                                                                                            is
                                                                                                           )


survival is
an occupying experience


                                           (even when)


to survive is
to lose
to lose myself and
to lose the game which has been in motion
since well before I became

:

 

                    to be         the greatest self
                    to find       charity
                    through that which I create
                    to find       modesty
                    through that which I nurture
                    to try         to leave
          small            wet               echoes          worth

 



remembering

 

 

September, 2014