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,

it’s the
little deaths
that compound
to fool us
into thinking
we may not
be worthy
or strong enough
to face
the day
with the same
exuberance
we
give our
dreams

lost arguments
flat tires
a bird shitting
on a freshly
laundered
shirt
or perfect
coif

all small
until

real threats
take over
life’s stage
and seem
to inspire
lessons
and reasons
to survive
that maybe
we ignore
or just
can’t see

or maybe
they’re all
just contrived
rehearsals
put on
to prove
our
worthiness
in
an indifferent
cosmos

or our
pomposity

or maybe
it all
comes down to
who you love
enough
to delay
the inevitable
and whether
you want to
be
experienced
or simply

a memory

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