How to be free from
Contingency
When distant edge
Is all I see?
How to catch up to
Family
Who rush into
Complacency?
How to be seen, to
Simply be?
This ghost existence
Murders me.
Please notice me.
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We are all in free fall,
Moon cut to a sky smile,
Supine on unsupportive air,
Sprawled helpless in darkness
As we cry our meaningless names,
As we bleat our terror at being so alone.
—W B Kek,
