Abstract
This is a poem about living and how people construct certain things to provide them with a sense of comfort in life. It lends itself to the idea of how death shapes living in prereflexive ways, sometimes before death is even on the horizon. The crafting of this poetry attempts to bring forth how comfort and what people think provides comfort can be transformed by the abstraction of death and the reality of death.
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