Companion poem to chapter 14 in the R.M. Dolin novel, "What Is to Be Done"
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Everything fades,
which requires coming to terms
with how damn hard it is
to establish a new normal.
Like late harvest grapes turning in the sun
we’re all damaged goods.
Decisions made in haste.
Desperate to delineate the fine line
separating heaven from hell,
the wise man culls
what he no longer needs –
a humanly impossible undertaking.
"May you always be poor
and devoid of complexity,”
whispers the weary wind
as we pass the place where she rests.
“At least then you’re interesting.”
