Day 494: In The End
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things that are true
themselves renew
even when lost
or forgotten;
they are the seasons
of the psyche
dying, falling, budding, blooming
again and again
into deeper age.
the newness
of old things
can shock us
back into love,
solidly out of hate,
and splay our spirits
over it all
like the heavens.
what was meant to be
and what should never have been
is of little consequence
in the end.
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