It's in the day-in and the day-out that my heart grows faint,
Bearing any of it alone along an empty shore of endless meals
Echoing the thundering drone of crashing waves of electrocoital
Conveniences; empty, bigoted experiences rife with expectations
All around: sallow-eyed, defeated and thrown again against conceit,
Flaunted like a castaway returned to the world of family and life
But not; left with another death recorded-- a child, among many,
With too big a heart-- of pieces of reminiscences, stories about
And not about moments of comprehension, where we learned
Past blurred vision and salty lips: one-divided-by-one-equals
Halves-- of value to none on the sunrise express where the fare
Is the same as for two-- separated by time as stars from stars
Not alone in the mantle's weave, flagging tufts of flame reaching
Emptiness unconcealed: chances are, God alone will ever know.
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