After the Death

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These are the days of the rats in the cages The burrowing into sawdust corners the gnawing on bars and the running on wheels mostly the running on wheels Even at night, specially at night while God in his lab coat naps in the corner and you know with perfect logic and insanity If you could just do it fast enough if you could just do it right enough Like the wheels of old watches all the cogs would fit the way they used to when the good ones all had jewels sleeping safe in their dark cases And each morning you had to wind them up if you wanted hours in your day And you know, wish, know, wish, know, that there is another way that this must go And if you could just get the woulda, coulda shoulda, coulda, woulda, shoulda; woulda, coulda, shoulda, woulda, wheels to mesh their gears just right You could turn it all back

16 years later, her friends are still holding the “Colours of Tiltan” annual memorial swim meet.

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