So soon?
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So soon?
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Aside from me — all there is here:
various kinds of dust — my coffee,
residue from sleep of willing ignorance,
my memory.
Cold seeps in under the white door,
not made to insulate — nor fully isolate,
but maybe to defend from clumsy adversary,
provide temporary solace of delay
in which to contemplate the proper manner
to rebut the crude advance —
— of age.
Stacks of marked-up sheets,
work gone the way of amber:
red-shifting into obsolete domains.
Aside from me, beside me,
the evidence of chemistry
enacted on the scale of sentience — my coffee,
residue from ages, adorned grave with blooms,
various kinds of detritus — my memory:
— gone too soon.
created for HIVE on Oct. 19, 2020.
