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job on the side, digging a hole daily /
chilled with dew in the morning /
dusted with heat in the afternoon /
a warm, moistening bed at night /
despite all the effort, the hole does not become larger /
the digging is to shovel it a little further /
towards the scene that plays at living today /
lie in it most of the time /
sucking the dirt from under fingernails /
muddy smudges left on light switches /
the hole fills in the space between cradle and grave /
no matter where, no matter what, the hole is dug /
all the effort for absence /
if musing, we’re born to this deficit trade