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Do you know my name?
Because I’m not dead yet
I may not speak
Or move my gaze more than a centimeter
But I am closer to God
And I watch you
As you pretend to be well
But your spirit is ill
For you laugh
Assuming no peril
You smile
Ignoring heaven’s gate
You sit
And care for a moment
And then resume your life
While I'm surrounded by my past
And the past of others
Others who wish to tell
But at night
They are a whisper
For they know what is no longer heard
Gathers in the season
But in May or autumn
There is nothing to remind
And the words of the past
Shout to be heard over ordinary lives

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