the meaning of memory:
II
it was night
a wednesday night
nearing toward eight o’clock
when his life began to go out…
this, this
your
life began
to come in
III.
the Bardo is:
forty nine days for the soul
to give in to the sound
of a mother keening her letting go
the hallway isle—
how, I think of Justin, under such staggering weight
your sudden letting go—
I
want to believe this: and so I do:
you
saw the glow that we were
and
came to be among us.
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