The death of the other is not my death
however much I feel the loss, the pain
enervates my body to exhaustion
deal with these emotions, feeling askew
even if everything is in balance,
as I see it, it all feels uneven
teeter-totter, up-and-down, up-and-down,
how unfortunate to feel lost in loss
oblique angles still touch the sky, angels
fall from heaven, earth scorched, meteorites
trembling in fear of inevitable
humor, bad jokes in a nightclub, wake up
exactly with the memory of death
obey all the rules, still something feels off
tranquility broken, transforms the stars,
how to reconfigure constellations,
emerge triumphant, only to question
reality, the fixed positions, light
insisting on an encounter, treasure
silence but this death dredges up the sea
note all my past mistakes in reflection,
of course, the other is not here but dead,
to point the right way through lost memories
mention what is missing, absent, long gone
yesterday the other passed away, died
death is only natural to embrace,
exactly for the time being, things change
as memory remembers past loss, trust
that words bring us closer to the truth, lies
hover like flies on a warm summer's night
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