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[camsdead]

i touch the great electric
a sight of which eccentric
i see is that life collapses
life becomes and life relapses
to the graves of our friends we congregate
to remember nothing no one always
to participate on a world that moves
moves without other
and that, is the great disturbance
not mourning a person, but in how us feeling in them
in how our words and experience resonated
we dont miss them
but the part of ourselves that we gave them
human selfishness defined to its core