queerly various

 

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You taught me the courage of stars before you left. 

How light carries on endlessly, even after death. 

With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. 

How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.


—Sleeping at Last
Saturn

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For suppose, and mind it narrowly, that life is simply a shadow bodies cast inside themselves when struck by all those queerly various bits and particles, those pieces, those streams of—what?—of science. 

Death in such a case would be only another arrangement. 


—William H. Gass
Omensetter’s Luck 

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