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Apr 2021
i)

if i die today
i would consider
myself fortunate
to have lived
thus long..

that is to say,
the intro wired
to a fugue state
sad and loved
a lost song..

till twenty
unnamed
so waited
nearly died
nearly gone

many ways..
many..
(you know?!
like you
who knows

not me..)
then,
suddenly
i was there!
but where?
one..

ii


two
three
four
not much of a future
done-

what to do?
i see
or saw
tenses
tense
oh,tense-

shoulder
ear
here
and then
now
ow!

how to be
who knows
not i*
if i die to today
upon my stone-

say-
a question
perhaps some unheard
and star distant
exclamation-

some thing..
well i died
and lived
all the same
pray-

perhaps,
i was lucky
or as angels
maybe
i made my own
who knows?!
* Not I,by Samuel Beckett
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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