Relative Something

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 .like that time in the crime drama
where they glide into the house
holding their guns in the classic pose
to find the person dead on the floor
there are so many things
I would gladly share with you
if only I understood what they are
cause of death was asphyxiation
looks like it wasn’t the lover
he had a confirmed alibi
suddenly it’s an alphabet party
of agents with federal authority
on a sunny summer morning
and I can’t think of a thing to say
to make the things just beyond my grasp
make sense in a clear coherent way
heads are gonna roll
it was someone at the top
until the dramatic last-minute twist
turns the show on a dime
just in the nick of time
leaving one less question unanswered
and all the real drama
. well and truly intact

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……..frantic
…….anticipation
………..static
………infatuation
…..delving ever deeper
……beyond the sounds
…of the early summer night
….when people putter
…with their occasional tasks
……and youngsters wander
…….from tree to tree
……..giggling at each other
… .as teens rev engines
. .and speed on the streets
……….undaunted

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life
compressed
into moments
filled
with everything
at once
rich
luminosity
pain and suffering
wealth
of opportunities
success and failure
self
and selfless
sacrifice
sweet
sensations
of being
alive

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