i am growing fear-
less as i get older.
all that i consume
eats away at me:
music, drink, the fucked-
up friction of attraction, chasing
satisfaction, everything becoming
fertilizer for the next
generation, sucked in
by mortality's churning,
relentless anonymizer.
try this: let go
your memories, your babies,
your wives and your wise ideas, go
fly a kite while there's still time
and wind and trivial string
to hold us aloft, tethered
to life, dragged up by love.
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