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My spiritual life withstood a jolt today
my poetry whined 
immortality will not be mine
okay that much has been certified
everlasting hasn’t been implied 
nor a first poem publicized.
A friendly voice dissimulates
generations down the line
may one day find my box of poems intact.
Above that fiction of conceit
is the spiritual belief
and here’s the jolt 
eternal approximates the writing act.