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The beauty of this world is my undoing.

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Everywhere there is a great unraveling. Ask anyone, they’ll tell you. Our friends and families are dying. Our minds are going. Look at what happens: Chickens get killed, dogs change breeds, husbands go crazy, poets disappear in mid-air, a woman dedicates her whole being to the protection of her hands from papercuts, a doll’s fishcoated legs are fused together, here a wild woman hangs onto butterfly wings, while across town a different woman crochets three hundred black roses to hang on a wall in a room she does not live in, somewhere behind the salt barn hummingbirds make war upside down, far down in the deep south mommies go crazy in silence, up in the wild pacific northwest a crazed musician decorates her walls with fly-smeared covers of The Paris Review, and everywhere folks are sad as hell.

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What can you do?

You can’t do nothing.

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Love for the world is all there is.

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Namaste.

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