a dusky note

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Eras end because one’s beginning another.

But I’m worn down by too much news I won’t turn away.

I can be a keynote—maybe a few days from now.

Guilt about not suffering from infection, while so many do, lives with
my fear of death by sudden onset.

Having resources enough to survive the pandemic gets overwhelmed with sorrow by stories of others’ desperation. 


Easy tears dissolve into compassion fatigue, bringing more guilt.

I can be a keynote: standing for wonder, futurity, purpose, and flourishing.

Monday, let’s say.

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