On the day the rest of my life will continue.
Words want to flood, like zillions of becoming expressions,
Before death abides my aching body.
Worry not.
It is not depressed that I am,
Rather realized.
Matter melts and my wings are torched,
My flames taking over everything including my heart,
As I am head up,
And facing the sky.
Arms stretched...
Into the I AM.
Life is fragile, while we walk by.
And she lives a silent death
Yet ruptures in songs and storms
For the Earth.
In it,
People like us, die...
A silent death,
While screaming all along.
A Partisan
To what death brings to our eyes.
A pardon....
Of everything passed.
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