Suffering is not a thing
belonging out there,
where it should
not be, no.
It is in the wondering
and the waiting for words which
will wound no matter
how softly they are spoken.
It is in the scream of a wildebeest
as a lion tears mortally into its flesh.
It is in the million year death of a star
and in the unrequited song of the cicada.
It is in the knowledge, growing louder,
that there will be a last breath,
a final light.
That it is.
Ehyeh asher ehyeh
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