Life has been a profound disappointment, like
opening a big present, gaily packaged, to only
find another smaller one, less brightly wrapped,
inside, and inside that, another, until finally
having on your palm a small, unwrapped one
the size of a matchbox, and inside it a note,
written in your own handwriting:
"Did you expect more?"
But death, surely, will be worse.
It might not even be the end.
So, live.
06.04.2024
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