unconditional
sadly
it is the human condition
the best you can hope for
is a sharing of the loneliness that is our lot
understanding that no such understanding
would admit one’s ultimate loneliness at life’s end
for that is a black cavern and the gates are bolted
life is of necessity one long euphemism
you are born with that euphemism built in
it’s child’s play this dying
soldiers with wooden rifles
children’s wards with clowns
hush now i am here now
everything is going to be fine
just fine
trust me
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