When I die there’ll be evidence
such as this
of a life, everything, all of it,
arranged for effect, and only true
if believed
to be true, and no matter how sad
a few people might feel,
I know joy
will be holding out
in some muscled corner
of their hearts,
the sky will simply darken
at the proper time while the light
will be blinding
elsewhere, in another language.
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