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Mana: 
there’s nothing left to say

even in the air, the taste
of what we’re in for is ordained

Mars, the closest it’s been
for hundreds of years, is no more red
than my seventy-eight year old father
is these days

let us not discuss nations or age, his intrusions,
nor even if our dwindling moments together
will fall or somehow disappoint

for now, the man is a study,
a genuflection if you will,
between two sad stones
who have been next to each
other for years, yet slowly moved
apart by swelling

and in any given instant, we will begin to transfer
to the outer reaches of our galaxies

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