The Great Beyond

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We are spattered with coincidence
armless limbless
portered into broad daylight by comic circumstances
we wrestle with the air
and measure the size of hell.
you asked me if
I waited, lucky, walking.
no one wags, trying, but passes, singing
archways, doors and
falling dogs.

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below an empty window
this bottled light
you, you, you in heavy shadow
I knew you when
you went far
you asked for a winter coat
and to haggle with the great beyond