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STRANGE RELATEDNESS
STRANGE RELATEDNESS
Strange to see our relatedness move to quiescent emptiness;
No longer able to repeat the barely learned customs; no
Longer to give auspicious things the meaning of a future.
To put away each others name as a broken tattered doll;
Odder to see the living move among these now dead things;
Anxious hands want to retrieve them and give them meaning.
Now we are but a legend with no purpose but to forget; but
Recalled memories and the ghost of our past haunt us, as if
We watched our togetherness in a cinema of unending reels.
We are part of some deep mystery, whose blissful future
Is somehow entangled in these sorrows-could we somehow
Live without memories or music playing beyond desolation.
With every exhaled breath we live beyond ourselves; as
If we exists in these vapors and feel each other in our blood;
Like dew we disappear from each other as it does from the grass.
Somehow traces of our being are picked up from angels; we
Once touch each other and now we have no proof; I ask you
About us in this emptiness and you feel the strangeness of it.
