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Prayer: Prose Poem

After Beckett…

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Birth was the death of him. Again. Words are few. Dying too. Birth was the death of him. Ghastly grinning ever since — Beckett, A Piece of Monologue

NO I don’t pray —

okay…I pray but not like I used to, not for things like avoiding death and just scraping by and making some sense of the suffering that I didn’t think could come about here, in this life, in…

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