It Doesn’t Matter

heartbroken or enraptured
it doesn’t matter
not one bit no not one bit
you still have to lift your feet
still have to wend through the crowd
still have to catch a train, to find a door
still have to watch your step
on a sage-scented trail
where there are snakes
still have to order food, still have to
open a door, pull up zippers, sneeze
look your friends and neighbors in the eye
still feed the cat, still water the plants

all in all, this is the way
the world keeps us alive and ready for death
it doesn’t matter, but it does
you lift your feet with open eyes
this is the way, the only way
the world keeps us alive and ready for death

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