But comfortable.
Get busy dying,
You remind yourself,
Quoting a movie.
There’s sun on the cliffs,
Dozens and hundreds
Of thousands of swift
And violent deaths
Tallied in the news,
Soldiers, civilians,
And earthquake victims.
So what will you do
With your jaundiced view?
You’ll begin again.
Nothing left to lose
Doesn’t mean there is
No one left to win.
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