In this grief
Are we subject to natural selection
Why does it hurt so much
I am normally guided by nature
Work with seasons and sunlight as such
Now I don’t have an anchor for life
And the sadness of sunset will come
Offering only another dark night
Of waking hours in distress of the loss
I am angry with the universe now
I am lost in this strangeness and fear
Not a day or a year now with nature
Will make any of this horror seem clear
(C) EPM
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