The luxury is in the little things, little reliefs from the survival instinct.
From the cooked up problems that need solving 24/7, and then some.
Looking more and more like there is no heaven on earth,
no peace and good will,
no faith hope or charity;
or only just enough to keep things afloat.
Its a spooky atmosphere
wandering looking for the sweetness
behind the gothic exterior.
Counting time that's left to live.
Not really counting, more like giving yourself permission for immersion in the odd miracle that may emerge.
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