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  • It is always painful
    when it's time to change, something
    even when it's tight,
    too comfortable, the way, for example, a favorite shirt
    has become like second skin, what, who
    you are when you did what you did
    with those you did it with
    in that shirt, mountaineering when mountains
    were something
    you looked forward to or down from, aspirations
    as fine and rare, but pure
    as the air you breathed
    always painful

    it is always sad
    to let go of that which you thought
    was supposed to be forever, notions
    of the sublime: love beyond decay, immune
    to the assaults of the roughness
    of everyday wear-and-tear
    to the spirit, to the heart that works away
    anyway in and out, in and out
    the rivers and rivulets of dreams, hopes,
    regrets, little triumphs (thumps) —life.
    always sad

    And thus, this testimony
    and thus, this fellowship
    and thus, this gathering
    around a fire
    for millions of human years.
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