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Written Thurs Oct 25th and for a family friend.

A lesson I have learned of late

Is that closure is a myth.

Spun by fairy-tales and impossible movies,

Brewed in that cauldron of hope and lit by the embers of grief.

It is rare for life to read like a book.

It is not clean. 

And though the soul craves a cover to cover ending

The world and those within it, do not always grant the satisfaction.

Another lesson I have learned

Is that legacy is the next alternative.

“If I cannot close cover to cover in this life,

Perhaps my children can in the next.”

This is dangerous for the children

And yet the book remains.

So what lesson to solve the equation?

What magic of chance in an algebraic sea?

Gods and God, magic and coincidence...

These things are dice that we pray upon before we throw.

There is hardly a formula to roulette, 

And even less so for the eternity of sides

That appear in this long, short and contradictory life.

There is no formula.

There is no lesson.

There is no magic.

There is only that which resides inside.

There is only your love, and your joy, and your peace.

That is the legacy that closes the book.

History is inconsequential

When compared to a future spent in peace. 

Even this we may never find.

Peace is as elusive as twenty one black

But I desire deeply for you to find it,

So that the discovery might prove,

Peace too,

Is not a myth.