today, i picked up a collection of poems i haven't leafed through in close to ten years. it had been my constant companion during those shy and awkward days of big dreams when i was 17. i had dog-eared 1/3rd of the pages... poems that had struck my heart apparently... and so i give you one of those and to myself aswell. i think i'll curl up again with this collection after dinner and wine at the neighbor's house.
Calm Under Fire
for Ted
We die in different directions
At the same pace we die
As the virtue of structure and grace
As a challenge to distance
We die, you and I, with our hands
Outreached, by chance, one night each
Toward the other. In a corner
In a cellar. With jars and webs,
A continent apart, we die
As submission to an unfinished heart.
-Jim Carroll
from Fear of Dreaming
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