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At the Tired End
By Lili Hun Who is Not Kipling
© 2017 Lili Hun
AUG/6/17
In all the mess and confusion,
At the tired end of the day,
There is only this moment,
This breath that tries not to be ragged,
In the half moon
Of your already sleeping embrace,
In the softness of my skin
On your soft hairs...
Here, I try to forget
The hard edges of the world around me,
The disinclination of those long closest to us
To try to understand us,
It being easier to shunt aside the parts of ourselves
Which make them uncomfortable...
Gnawing the daily bread
Of struggle with the physical self
As we near our sunset,
Knowing that complete peace will only come
When one of these ragged breaths
Becomes our last,
And we become again
The reason we have lived,
Living in the hearts
And on the faces
Of those who remain...
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