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Humans slip away,
As all matter surely does
Yet who can say the rocks do not weep for the dirt?
Every moment is built upon loss,
Energy dissipated back into the universe
To lubricate all that is ahead,
Keep everything moving,
This machine of life
hisses and writhes

Free, dispatched back to the outer realm
No one ever truly disappears,
Only phases of anti-matter
Rolling over like waves
In the deep wells of time
While we become invisible to one another

There is a fundamental truth in loss:
It is a transfer event
Not just the end of some tangible host
Loss is an agent of truth
Keeping the cold parameters of existence in check
By the soft breath of life’s exhaust

2019sm