Relative Something

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what’s that
in my inbox
an unexpected gem
undeserved
stirring
offsetting the news today
another artist gone
all that’s left are songs
thank you, Christine
for singing
for writing
and recording
somewhere in the universe
there is a balance
we are waiting for
of all the imbalances
voices come and go
resonating echoes
lifetimes
memories
fortunes
spectacles
roiling along crooked avenues
and gossiping shamelessly
about matters
that don’t
while reality writes
epitaphs
for all of the rest of us

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