What Strange Customs

I just read about a man who mourned for man’s flickering candle,
and as the pen fell to paper came the timbre of Thomas,
reading aloud a shared eulogy for my grandfather

I just last night checked myself from offering opinion on the atmosphere of the Japanese restaurant
Each time I go in the air seems more cloying and the smile lifts ever less
Tears almost came for thoughts of how hard they have it
Why were people walking by, ignoring, when they were in such desperate need of custom

I just this moment experienced life ending and I wasn’t scared at all


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