when we think of all
we've lost --
our recklessly perfect dogs
and our favorite faded
ballplayers gone --
not to mention friends dead too
young, and relatives who
never live long
enough...
what is it then keeps us
going blindly ahead
to our own unknown
end? is it more
fear or reverence,
are we defined by wonder
or just trying to keep from going
under? i ache there-
fore i am. it hurts to
give a damn.
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