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from my hand
to your paper
as if that's all there is
your equivalences
are pale cold death,
shadows of value, not value

there are other ways to live
where the sun shines, and it is warm
and this warm is not the same as that warm
and this day is not the same as that day
and shadows fade instead of reduplicate
  forever in the coal gray dawn
  of greed and fear

you count this
one, two, three
as if that meaning is real
It isn't.
My one hits here, yours hits there
pale yellow instead of blue
It's not the same
It's not the same


March 2011