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June 10, 2003
Cancer transformation
I have received encouragement and requests for continued posting of poetry. This I wrote this morning while the rest of my house slept.
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Cancer transformation
Eight months? Eight years? Eighteen? Twenty-eight?
The certainty of death;
Our certainty in life.
Still busy around me, they craft meaning with meaningless tricks.
Pressing, consuming, judging, racing, scheming, ignoring, laughing.
What meaning can be found
In this cancerous world
But what is true for all?
3:00a.m., June 10, 2003
A sleepless night after post-iron-treatment meds
(“may cause difficulty sleeping” - now there's an understatement)