if i laugh at the transition between rigor and rigor mortis/it is my sense of life's earnestness/
nothing and none ill spent/and my laughter is delight the flight/of soul's towards heaven sent/all without exception/those who sinned/and those who didn't/it never was in my job description to judge/their lives as sinless or sinners/revealed/shared/confessed
she died the Thursday before/that evening I'd left checking on her/i felt something eminent/but instead of touching her to take her temperature/or bless her with my love/expressed though having/
fed her for she could not/i instead fled towards my crib/the day exhausting spent speeding behind me/
then the Monday of distracter/storms of chaos & rage/i listened and then sought where I am/at this now moment my truth/she the Valenitine sans Saint/just a commerical day of excess chocolate and meaningless paper wasted on sentiments not our own/the flesh of dead trees used to be filters for/air and water/needful for life since we breath and are mostly water/
how do you measure a day?/treasure it or meter it out in chores/tasks assigned to you by your employment/in nature or kind or degree/for me the day has no clock/not a check-in-out factory/my time is 24/7/365/eternity all rolled into milliseconds/will heaven be like a high school reunion with/
lovers wives wannabe's/could have been's/will they be as i see myself now in the mirror shaving/peaks and valleys of age beneath gray hair/or with the be the ideal i first saw looking into their eyes and at/their posteriors measuring their feasibility?
4M&M&m the latter didn't know it was time to move on anyway. . . .Seanna gone/
returning to Heaven/home & peace @ last
120916 09:10 high school reunion
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