Michael, when you toss a handful of sand to fall upon the tepid sea foam, do you ever imagine each grain a day? Or when turning pages of a favorite novel you crave to finish but never end, does that unturned prose you cradle remind you your own is more feather than stone? Every morning you blow away thunderheads to let sunshine bathe your grateful skin. Before you enter life’s untidy theater, beneath garish spotlights unforgiving, twirling for bills from hands of lechers, just remember why you groove: You dance because you can. Remember those faces left behind: addicts of self-abuse, junkies of icepick cones victims of machine-gun attrition self-medicating with flasks of mercury, bulldozing their lives into empty lots while you plant useless lilies and scrape away the blood-caked soil. The impostors too, like the one who paid his loans by asking to be murdered to collect insurance— Oh, I may be dead but I pay my debts— or
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