It’ll kill him to hear that.
He’s already dead in ways that lie dormant
Like a frightened possum
The more you poke the stiller it gets.
A funny reaction.
Really the thought of telling him originally is to wake up this that is dead.
To have the presence of exchange.
The frame that is promised initially is trust.
Yet the other can have criteria that are
Cradles from the past
Fall or rock, you take the chance
It seems every time
You take the chance,
Believing that a place of safety and connection
Can be created
For that underground world of the dead.
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