I have died before
Once in October
Then in May
And yet I walk around
May is curious
So full of itself, so green
With it's indifferent abundance
It's quiet insistence on being alive
The pigeons at the beach don't notice
They've learned to absorb such disappearances
Without acknowledgement
At night, my mind moves thru the trees
Knowing what the day could not say
Nothing to confirm
Yet refusing to indict
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4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:56 AM UTC
I have died before
Once in October
Then in May
And yet I walk around
May is curious
So full of itself, so green
With it's indifferent abundance
It's quiet insistence on being alive
The pigeons at the beach don't notice
They've learned to absorb such disappearances
Without acknowledgement
At night, my mind moves thru the trees
Knowing what the day could not say
Nothing to confirm
Yet refusing to indict
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