Poem 92: Prophet

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Prophet

It’s a hard thing, difficult to accept. Being too alive; emotions, intellect, actions, mortality and to age naturally. Even before us, before this--our era--belonged one of equally immediate death. I’m offering sympathy; even I carefully balance. I implement comfort, I cannot influence the divergent mortality; the varying cause. I express emotions to exemplify varying life. Awareness never ends. 

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