To M.: Because (See Below), Or, Such A Short Time To Be There

 

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Because (see below)

Or, Such A Short Time To Be There

There are so many many many reasons not to die

Some compelling, some intriguing, some distracting, if you must,

& as I live & breathe before you I am proof it is no lie:

The multifaceted incredible of everything is waiting for you — trust.

Now I know that I don’t know you well enough to grok your sadness

& without full understanding, cannot assuage it nor amend

Notwithstanding, to not max out your aliveness would be — madness

& makes me all at once want to some happy resolution recommend —

Because my opposition here is personal. I know well that disconnect

I know the strength I once derived from a certain chancéd interaction

Of course this is not relevant, but since what we do not see we oft reflect

May a somehow lasting sometime joy be happily effected by this action.

All this to earnestly entreat you to but — I don’t know — what — to say

— Except: that every day I see you becomes better still a day.

To M

from johanna Faust

because (see above)

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Heavy Handed Sonnet, Or, Please Take Care Of Your Health, If Not For Yourself, Then For Us

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(above)

Complicit Title:

On Meeting With A Dear Friend, 

Or, 

Prayer To Rouse Action To Keep Death Longer Still At Bay

Implicit Title:

Don’t Make Me Intervene,

Or,

If You Do Not See A Doctor I’ll Get A Posse Together & Drag You

Explicit Title: 

Heavy Handed Sonnet, 

Or, 

Please Take Care Of Your Health, If Not For Yourself, Then For Us

Complicit Title:

On Meeting With A Dear Friend, 

Or, 

Prayer To Rouse Action To Keep Death Longer Still At Bay

Implicit Title:

Don’t Make Me Intervene,

Or,

If You Do Not See A Doctor I’ll Get A Posse Together & Drag You

Realizing that you know as someone you know should know —

Should, & could, & would have, I’m sure, but for embarrassment of Fear —

That & pain & reticence to lose a still quite bearable right now —

A comfort slowly, surely vanishing as draws closer what is near –

All too near.  Immanent.  Certain proof of our demise —

The disintegration of the the only place we’re always found to be —

Since no hope avert this nor avoid, we must, an we be wise,

Take at least what steps by serendipity allowéd to us to see —

How much more when we consider with what gifts we have been blessed —

How much more than that to think of joys we’ve yet to taste —

How much cannot be fathoméd, can be at most but badly guessed,

But not to undertake such research is by all accounts —  a waste —

Ask anyone of us who loves you, needs you — functional — by our side —

You cannot be there for anyone you know — if suddenly — you died —