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By Sam Yau

Let it cocoon you,

dissolve you

into an amorphous,

excruciating brew,

form imaginal discs

from which

you will emerge.

Spill your tears,

or it will immobilize you.

Let it speak,

or it will silence you.

Do not shun

front-row seats:




Grief expands you.

Let grief embrace you,

let it unfurl

love and anger,

guilt and peace,

all at once.

Eclose—love’s permanence

shines through

grief’s exit.

Painting by Olena Zavakevych

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