This is the place where loss was
Where your eyes cast doubts and streaks
Why do people write about death?
It is the great problem
And what is literature but a movement
To solution through etched exploration.
This is the place where grieving was
All my convenient answers sloughed off
Useless reptile layer
The sum total of action was to listen.
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