Facing Up

Let’s workshop this poem that, while highlighting the thrown condition of all creatures, hints that the reams and reams of dying are but shifts in style or manner of an underlying substance

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Facing Up

Thrown here—as if,
but not, from nothing—
named, with monadic
yearning to unfurl;

so symbolic compared
to our kin, so majestic 
in science and art, yet 
still to rot beneath

a star—oblivious 
to its mortality—baking
down on waves of mere
mode-change death.

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This poem is unpublished

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