There is work to be done,
You think, brushing your hair,
Part of the work to be
Done in your way of life.
Others may shave, may braid,
May abstain in some way,
But they all have to face
What to do with their day,
And whatever they drag
Past or over their head
To get ready for this
Is part of what divides,
What partitions the past
As it grows, what can’t last.
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