These damn poor limbs are all the limbs
He's ever been acquainted with.
The fact bemuses him, reading
Of other lives in other forms,
More familiar to each other.
For every grim tale he absorbs,
He thinks, not, "what a sad story."
That was all of life for them,
For him, for her. Biography
Has only single destinies,
Destined or not. Alternative
Temporal topographies (wait
For it) dreaming eternities
Comprehend how the opposite
Of any deep truth is also
A deep truth. He had no such luck.
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