It’s not the impending absence,

but the calculated haste
and slow sudden death;

it’s the free fall dream
where you wake just before impact;

it’s the time lapse of stars
and reason,

lessons learned too late
and forgotten too soon;

it’s the casual leaving behind
of sacred things

and the seizing
of things that don’t matter,

and never will,
and never did.

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Hugh does not prefer to talk about himself in the third person, but if he did, he'd tell you he's in a self-imposed exile on the east coast of the USA, but still loves his former home in the Sonoran Desert. He is the author of Odd Numbers And Evensongs and Auditions For The Afterlife.