Communitarian without exchange

With ten minutes to live
I'd like to give it all away
Existence is a sieve
Forgiveness is not enough

Death washes breath
Of the guilty garlic
Spicy sour is pleasant
When it will end in sight

In my eyes
Sight is a together act
Your light, each move
Dances down the neurons

Faded conceits: owned, honed,
Loaned; jubilee these nonsenses
Slip off repeat
Play not only nice

A hand on a shoulder
Yes, please
And of course
Mine for yours

To say nothing of meals
A soft, open heart
Go forth
On our one way walk

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