you sit yourself
down heavy like
hope. a cushion
to soften you.
there is no need
to associate these trees
with the bodies.
no need to think
of the lakes the rivers
in the same thought
as the bodies.
the bodies that drop
like rain. the rain
that does not think
of the bodies.
from cushion you
rise, weightless
like hope. you
can leave here,
leave here and never
come back. you
can stay here, stay
here and never
return.

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