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Ode to Drowning

In truth isn’t it a waiting that never ends

like the chasm between the cycles of the world Between separation

and union longing and abandonment And somewhere

between the waning isn’t this what we’re left with

the music of uncertainty the aftertaste of rain.

~ Tishani Doshi

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