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(By the way, I have 30 days sober today!)

We are blessedly blind to what’s to come.

The unsung spur and sweep, the subtle swing

of the stars settles the scope of our lives.

All souls roll past and wrap around another,

the scythe of death renews life, slashing

Splendidly to nourish new incarnations.

Loss revitalizes life; realize that

refocusing from blight to blessing

Brings distress soon replaced by

Marvels unnamed. We are droplets

In an sea of ceaseless change.

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