Living Is a Story Retold
survival is a plot-
not some innate
thirst, nor the
curse of life.
so many lives
criss-crossed
wide open acres
of paths lost.
there are no
more choices,
decisions are
givens & living
is a story
retold. i have
the secret, the
non-life- i keep
it locked, i keep
it cold. the secret
is old, i have yet
to know. when i
hold my breath
to tickle death,
to feel my parts
unfold- i know it's
there. for the rest,
i don't care, i can't
worry, i can't what-
if, i can't let it go.
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