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"The Only Animal" The only animal that commits suicide went for a walk in the park, basked on a hard bench in the first star travelled to the edge of space in an armchair while company quietly talked, and abruptly returned, the room empty.
The only animal that cries, that takes off it's clothes and reports to the mirror, the one and only animal that brushes it's own teeth
somewhere
the only animal that smokes a cigarette that lies down and flies backward in time, that rises and walks to a book and looks up a word heard the telephone ringing in the darkness downstairs and decided to answer no more
And I understand too well: how many times have I made the decision to dwell from now on in the hour of my death (the space I took up here scarlessly closing like water) and said I'm never coming back, and yet
This morning I stood once again in this world, the garden ark and vacant tomb of what I can't imagine between twin eternities, some sort of wings, more or less equidistantly exiled from both, hovering in the dreaming called being awake, where you gave me in secret one thing to perceive, the tall blue starry strangeness of being here at all. You gave us each in secret one thing to perceive.
Furless now, upright, my banished and experimental child
You said, though your own heart condemn you I do not condemn you. ~~Franz Wright~~
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The fact that we exist at all it enough for me to love life; to be able to think, talk, listen...to have consciousness...makes it beautiful. There are, of course, tangible things I see as proof that life is good, namely the simple things, like good companionship, cold, good vodka, music, sleep...
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