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before body there is nobody,
and we all begin
as small shores.

All we need is another who knows to see and be seen by the unseen; to hold and be held, adore and be adored, to believe and be believed by the word, before the body.

“Fuck inevitable tragedy,” I state, finding my voice amid the madness, “and fuck you.”

are you not born again when something inside of you dies?  

The way grief is really about future absence.