If there was anything to be said,
I said it —
and then forgot
I had.
If there was anything to be gained,
I grabbed at it
as if it were a tool to be used
or a trinket to be worn —
then I cast it off
with a shrug.
What does it mean to have lived well?
All I know is
that shrug, that giving
up of a thing I once wanted
and casting it aside onto the water
of a great sea,
was in its own way
the whole point.
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 
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