Day 456: The Order of Things
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there is a remembering
that comes in times of trauma,
or great, upheaving transitions,
that is unlike other things
we can recall.
it is a deeper memory,
and it is not to be wasted
on self-pity.
when it comes on,
it comes like a breeze,
and is easily missed
if you are too busy,
and run at the speed of breezes,
or if you are too inebriated
by life,
as it ruthlessly presents itself
falsely,
and again,
and are passed out on the couch
while the memory
walks through your kitchen
and calls you,
with smell and fire,
but goes unnoticed.
this is the order of things.
that we should struggle with the earth,
as it is hard
and untempered.
that we should put into it
whatever offering
might grow.
that we should strive
toward bright things
that feed us well
and give thanks
for sweet reliefs.
and sometimes,
if we are lucky,
we will remember
how beautiful
we will be
in the end,
which was the start of it all.
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