Sometimes I Miss Your Life More Than I Miss You
To learn a language or to marry
a form to another is without
guarantee or concern like a rock
in a snowstorm
depending upon your finding
it to exist. Time passes
strangely in every town
you enter but what
if you do not
find yourself there?
How sudden the faces fall away
from your mind, from any mind
with so much upon it
and so much without it?
In most (if not all) instances,
the mind would prefer
to sleep and saddle the world.
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