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Loser’s Lament

On Being

Loser’s Lament

But actually, I didn’t ‘lose’ you
like a spark of timid thought

disappears, cold steely keys
bewitching me into eternal

merry-go-rounds of hide-and-go
-seek, a toddler crying somewhere. 

I counted calendars, reeling.
The thought of the moment ordained,

when out to sea I’d send you, like a sailor
lost chasing maps in the night sky

It’s time to go father it’s ok, on that day
you swallowed nothing but stars.

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