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The Pattern
1.
She died.
One moment she
was there, the
next moment, second,
minute she was not.
2.
Her death caused
embraced, excessive
sadness. "Sadness"
say you? My outgoing
without her is unbearable.
I want to die.
3.
The above is just gathering
strength for the journey, the
plastic freeway without cars,
trucks: not even a bus to be
taken, somewhere, anywhere.
4.
The grief will be grieved:
always to return at the least
expected moment. I want to
stop, alter, even more than
time has.
5.
I can not continue, go on
without her. I could say
a trillion wordy words about
her. I won't. I'll keep them
inside. They are mine, the
only existence remaining.
6.
There is a grotesquerie to
this grief. I am no longer
rational, no longer me.
7.
People say that a pattern
will help, an order of some
kind. What the fuck are they
talking about, referring to?
Grief is a pattern-destructive.
8.
But I have to find one, believe
in a pattern. I must pretent.
Maybe these words a pattern makes?
This is my only salvation.
9. She died.
She died.
One moment she
was there, the
next moment, second,
minute she was not.
2.
Her death caused
embraced, excessive
sadness. "Sadness"
say you? My outgoing
without her is unbearable.
I want to die.
3.
The above is just gathering
strength for the journey, the
plastic freeway without cars,
trucks: not even a bus to be
taken, somewhere, anywhere.
4.
The grief will be grieved:
always to return at the least
expected moment. I want to
stop, alter, even more than
time has.
5.
I can not continue, go on
without her. I could say
a trillion wordy words about
her. I won't. I'll keep them
inside. They are mine, the
only existence remaining.
6.
There is a grotesquerie to
this grief. I am no longer
rational, no longer me.
7.
People say that a pattern
will help, an order of some
kind. What the fuck are they
talking about, referring to?
Grief is a pattern-destructive.
8.
But I have to find one, believe
in a pattern. I must pretent.
Maybe these words a pattern makes?
This is my only salvation.
9. She died.
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