through where we’d already been enabled us to get a reading
on where we were headed, I didn’t need no psychic to tell me
we’d been here before, it wasn’t willing then either,
this smacks of suffering, that incessant gnawing
by the living of its own internal parts, the disappearing into
what had been, but now just wasn’t. There was only this
one shining thing, with my name on it, and yours.
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