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I know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery—
Others—whose instant’s wanting—
Would be Eternity—

The last—a scanty Number—
’Twould scarcely fill a Two—
The first—a Gnat’s Horizon
Could easily outgrow—

Inconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on. As a degenerate, I summon the Master's actions to justify my behavioral grit. My consciousness is as mixed as a Montrachet, yet my heart is as bold as a cheap Malbec.

What is so gently placed before you
Is a hideous manifestation of my world views. Skip the introductions-- pas de deux let's rendezvous into a drunken abyss of "I love you" and when I call to say something is missing-- it's been about 6 shots of regret and a couple of packs of loneliness.

I am like the tear in your sheets. I can make you feel warm until your body meets the open seam. Like that scarf you had around your neck that did not quite hide the marks that I left.

I am Inconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on.

Every moment, concentration,
every breath is dignity
Shaping,
  Molding,
    Moving,
      Flying.
Life is folding little creases
til a newborn crane is formed.
Flying,
  Floating,
    Falling,
      Dying.
Like a thousand paper cranes
Someday, I will find
My favorite version of myself.

I am the person you walk past in the hall.
The person who sees everything
but yet no one sees at all.
I am a nameless face in the endless sea of people.
I see your tears-your fears
and the worst of the worsts the trauma
the heat...a nightmere that haunts you for years.
This is a world of hate and death.
But if you look around I'm there to help