I know how you feel
look at me
how I’m dying a slow death
confirming the fact
I am no different than you
I walk with shovel in hand
looking for a place to dig
a place to rest
[or transform into a tree]
how far I must venture
is anyone’s guess
they keep telling me
they know how I feel
which of course is an absurdity
or perhaps a simple affirmation
that I’m closer [than I’d ever admit]
to my final destination
november two thousand twenty-two
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