I don’t dwell on it

it’s as distant as stars

and as foreign an alphabet

as cyrillic.

I am lucky.


I dwell too much

on other errors

and other problems:

a vice here

and a mistake there.

Those are the thoughts

of my poorly slept nights.


But I do not think of death.

That largest of issues

usually called out

by the smallest of errors

or the largest of vices.


A small comfort

one that could fade

as the days fade

as times fades


But for now

I walk unburdened

by thoughts of death.

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