Once I began to arrange phrases composed of what occurred to me,
Whether in person and recently or as earlier phrases haunting me,
There was never much doubt about being erased, but ok.
I leaned into the sand and wrote quickly but as clearly as I could,
With proper punctuation to keep from being mistaken when I didn't want to be:
Plenitude and loss alike are only for the living.
Lacking hunger and awareness, catastrophe's a part
Of the scenery that never sees itself. I would like
To surrender, gracefully, to the scenery, but
I'm so hungry to keep seeing.
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