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Implications
There's a dissonant difference to the tenor and rhythms Of this coolish mid-March Sunday morning. I'm leaving you languishing in our shared bed, With you suffering a persistent mysterious illness, Which is causing you intermittent dizziness, A lingering difficulty in maintaining your balance, And, when you first lie down, nausea and clamminess.
In the time we've been in each other's close keeping, Engaging life, with the vitality of thirty-year-olds (Sharing power-walking exercises, fitness-center routines, Endless cultural activities, frequent romantic trips), Neither of us has gotten more than a headache or cold; We've never had occasion to ponder implications Inherent in the prospects of a debilitating condition.
This strange malaise mystifies and vaguely frightens us. The fact that it could suspend our perpetual motion, Force our synchronized passion to miss a beat or three, Divert us from the business of our loving existences, Is disconcerting, unsettling, disturbing. What if one of us were afflicted with a dread sickness? What if one of us were no more?
06/10/12 - (1)
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