Two friends stopped by, bringing a bottle and their need
to tell what the world has become to them: frightful, dangerous,
uncontrollable. I listen and agree, not really, thinking
the world is everything and more. We laugh a little
and talk about work, the work of living and having a home
and a sanctuary. They know so little about me,
about my world, but trust me to keep their secrets,
their world, so delicate and fragile, so utterly lost,
kept from the forces seeking to mindlessly destroy
in their endless seek to become one with the universe.
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