evening,
with sun's rays receding rays humbling
your past,
it is not the kind you could pay homage to,
or offer burnt offering,
you can't pour libation,
for you are certain you offended your ancestors
a long time ago,
and all that remain is for you to bear your
lifelong punishment
you silently wonder how lifelong can be,
it's certainly not forever, it seems like it
for days stretch to no end
and nights even longer
there's nothing more to look forward to,
except long for days when
you could just wander through
life's miseries and never see them as miseries
and the reveries that plant a permanent frown
on your face dissipate
and you can finally laugh in a genuine manner
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