9.3.23


he was the last man on the planet

he hadnt had time to think about it was pitted survived instinctually  didnt think woe is me

   finally
           a placespace  for himself 


he was alone along time 
                             there was no point in striking hashmarks or diddling with what day it might be 


then oneday
               a blueeyed doe entered the glade he found and made home 

she was unafraid

he welcomed her

they struck a companionship

he believed it was based on them having the same colouredeyes

he didntcouldnt know what she believed

that they were familiar was sufficient

wordless communication the talk of lovers 
                                             he was grateful he learned that before the maelstrom
before the unforgiveness 
                         the ensuing violence  hotblood foam   his determinedunrelenting luck
 

   where had she been before she appeared
she may have been nowhere 

then became 


strange

unexpected 

   he was also grateful to learn unexpectedness

1340,  Sunday,  19  2. 23
1252,  Thursday,  9  3. 23

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