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canary in a coal mine

to have a life beyond death. a face,

a friend, a cage, a splash of light.

to know what one thinks or feels or could.

to escape the self, and by escaping, more fully enter.

because the light that speaks to me does not

speak to anyone else in exactly the same way.

desire. compulsion. desire. compulsion. what’s the difference. what

happens when I fall from my perch. what happens. I am

carefully crafted to be fragile. a flitting, chronic

sunburst. why must I wake

to a world that believes in strength. where

instead of a full sky there is only a single shaft. an

unmatched urgency. a heavy draft to dull the senses.

why must I be the first

to go quiet. black as ash. to have a life

beyond death. a song, a stranger,

a canary, a coal mine. what’s the difference.

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clouds_in_june
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This morning my mother said that I'm a canary in a coal mine. Ironic, really.

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