And then you got what you wanted,
Permission to take your sweet time
Gazing at ever-the-ready
Death, death at hand and on demand,
Each of you there for each other,
Neither one needing to be rushed.
While, as for life, falling behind,
Please take any you wish to eat,
Any you wanted for yourself—
You don’t have to make it dinner
Or especially like dinner.
In the moment you encounter
These words you’re embracing this life,
And for now, there’s nothing better.
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