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FAMILIARITY AND CONTEMPT
FAMILIARITY AND CONTEMPT
We gently grow away from the mother’s breast and anticlimax
After we eventually wean ourselves from this world’s care;
Not only the dead but also the living has accomplished this.
It maybe strange to no longer inhabit the earth and to loosen
Oneself from accustom things; however, the living have done
This with their irreconcilable differences and numerous divorces.
Our learned customs of auspicious things were borrowed from the
Now dead; the meaning of our human future was once molded by
Anxious hands; like the dead our names have terminal moments
Being dead is toilsome; to see once structured and related things
Loose their meaning as the living move among the dead; such is
The case that blissful progress often comes from such sorrows.
The vibration that now consoles and enraptures us came from all
These previous decimations; all the living is separated by these
Ruptures for there is always quietude between each pulse of life.
Why are we always prodded thusly; it seems that we are only needed
For a short duration in the caring and being cared for in this world.
Could we exist without disassociation, without familiar contempt?
