Death is everyone’s destiny.

Parting is the fate of right and left,

just as the sky and sea—

Too inevitable, so separable like you and me, . . .

Ours is history.

Mere consolation:


But a minute with yours

means hours of intimacy

with shallots and onions—


and when all I have

is a single-ply Kleenex—

so sucks to be me!

Fact. . . factually, . . .

YouTube/We’re All Alone/Cecilio & Kapono

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