This is How it Is

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Life and Living

Here we are again,

on a most ordinary day,

neither awake nor asleep.

The weather alters in intervals,

rain, wind, and sun.



This stop-and-go relationship

is as random as the words

that describe it.

If we were less like ourselves

than we are, or had met

in a different world,

maybe we could see through

this irreducible union.



The morning makes conscious

sounds, a machine runs

somewhere in the distance.

I turn up the Bose, and watch

the flickering candles disappear.

Visions of kimonos and lanterns

restore my sanity.

In the morning stillness,

I have an empty feeling that

I am just biding my time.

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