You seem to rest, fly,
as I aim my blow but you
were just leaving. Com-
panion in no-
thingness, your flesh mine as my
aim finds its target.
Our joint nothingness
is just the other side of our
chance for a good life.
You keep me honest.
They say God dies with us but
is back in no time.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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