To Where
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Smoky Hoss
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We all are estranged to life
in ways far beyond ourselves,
no matter how persistently we wonder
it never forgives us for being.
Death is life's
double, vast,
metaphoric, unavoidably
cold.
At the edge of our universe
-as at the edge of night-
we come only to look back, and attempt understanding
in the dim light of long ago.
There may be no answers, nor even any worthy questions,
for in the final analysis it may come to be,
not what, why or how, rather only:
'to where? '.
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