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in autumn
when the awards
were dispelled
he prayed
in the basement
to his bodhisattva
drinking coffee
dashing against
depression
his desperation
to dream
dreams of
driving home
to his father
through fires
in the forest
true freedom
to come
from ghosts
goodbye
my grief
all my heroes
have insomnia
to live and love
under moon
til morning
mortality transfixed
to the muse
music gods
and nature dance
through night
while pain
is trapped
in photography
and poetry
rains a red
blood street
go now to the mill
say farewell
to relationships
the separation
that had to come
sleep now
my son in
stillness
be a stranger
to surgery
your minds
survival
is in the trees
and when
it’s time trust
your wine
and unleash
your words

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