February: Year-day 54

                                        
                                             
February: Year-day 54

We die a lot before we have to die,
trying to choose the sunlight or the shade
or that nuance of these which suits our eyes
as we play the games from "real" to "charades";
trying to stay alive while our hopes dry
and the directions of our movements jade
and questions and answers tumble and rise,
changing faces until our shocked flesh fades.

We die a lot before we somewhat live,
meaning to take less than we have to give,
thinking our thinking right/ when it is wrong/
as aftersight proves foresight did not see
we could not become what we ought to be
without hurt, once tricked by a sucker song.

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