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Been a while since I posted here. Just a flood that wanted out. A title stolen from Berryman. More here to be done. Ken "Nobody Is Ever Missing" As long as I've lived, I collect them: not just my dead (for by now I do not know who lives still, who is truly dead), for I am here, the resurrection and the life, making them all equal in my sight, the great chain of unsorted being that every night floats from the walls, parading in formation drawing nothing from me, only repotting memories and revived anger at chances missed and taken, at joys recalled, albeit long ago--things I cannot renounce but that will never come again. How downslid is my life that I can still recall laughter in the dark, burning cigarette ends, delight after love, moments taken, gone by, fled but nor forgotten. How long have I lived that I remember 24 as grand and gladdening, that each day the sun rose on newness? I can name the women who loved me, who hurt me, who I loved and hurt as well. Thus the continuum of time remembered, no one ever missing, a banquet to banish starvation and nourish recall not total but molded to wishes and lies.