Poets die these days ,of much poetry and cancer.These are those days , when a smile begins in the curve of the lips and God knows if it ever completes the journey .
I never knew that poet William Hawkins ever existed .It looks like he never knew that I existed .Yet he and I existed and exist respectively. It seems quantum mechanics says only that exists which you perceive existing and there are no standalone objects. I now perceive him existing within the time brackets 1940-2016 A.D. He must have existed .But he never knew I existed and so I do not exist. Thank God ,I do not exist. These are those days.
His brackets are closed. Mine will some time.