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If you go, you can never return

never turn back

never grow old.

If you go,

it would not be an act but a profanity

of an act

for death is not the "no longer being"

but the "never doing again"

and that's bad.



If you go, you will grow cold.

You will know the cold

like a fact knows nothing but that it is.

If you go,

they will forget you.

They will pull you out of their sides

like a poisoned arrow

but they will forever be diseased.



If you go, you will be buried

where you forever asked to be

under the grass, like a dead seed.

You will kill the sunlight for the seed

By depriving its regular flow

if you go.



Or, you will kill nothing, nothing at all.

Not the man, not the name, not the

illness it was to be knowing

which direction their wills were flowing.

If you go

You'll axe that stream

and you accomplish nothing

but stealing the sickened breath from the thing

by giving your death to everything,

if you go.