loss
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Baby birdBaby birdOn the sidewalk;Gone so young, never feathered;Once encased, never fettered—Through your intercession:Let my death be like yours—in a whisper;To a hymn sung by mi familia;For my tomb the whole world.And let them sing unto new millennia:Those who flew that I may try to fly, whoLanded that I may find ground.Let them sing, then…
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I was thinkingthat one has a certain amount of time with one’s lover to essentially memorize their responses and reactions to things; to download, as it were, their “software.” During this period one obsesses over their loved one’s least gestures, tells stories to their partner in their own mind—and they imagine the lover’s response.They have…
The Trinitarian Mystery 