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One of My Own
Another day
Like so many others
Like so many to come
Most times struggling, forcing
Noteworthiness
Into the nameless moments
And rote transitions
Churning from task to task
The voices, faces of the
Everyday morph
Into human white noise
Elegant yet within the flow
Placid along the banks
That line the hours
Our world
And those that help us
Occupy it
Reminders of our better
Sometimes desired
Selves
Float, scatter and connect us
All at once
We proceed feeling
We all will continue
That our stage of evolution
Our birthright
And shared generation
Keeps us on par
On task with sustainability
And then
It doesn't
When one of us strays
From the pack
Not by choice
Not by virtue
When one of our own
Provides a mirror we cannot
Will not
Hang ourselves
And it forces our seemingly
Rosy lens to crack and fail us
Tearing*, tearing**
The avid days into recollections
Far more real than
Previously disposed
Far more meaningful than
We care to admit
A nudge towards lessening
The ethereal we seek
Gravity in its purest form
You were the lucky one
Exempt from its grasp.
*as in rip
**as in cry
(1/31/09)
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