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to seem also means
no logic to the senses
life is never as full
as the season is empty
our deaths are quite near
also loose-fitting
small and on the verge
love is just as full
as the season is ready
the world is disappearing
there’s no end to nothing
an iceberg at a time
last minute confessions
the end of truth conditions
all the world is hurt
but its words are sweet to savor
father’s cement impressions
forever on his knees
