Thursday, October 20, 2011


to see a dying thing,
to know what has come before,
journeys of Life taking form
in the observed, moments
of intimate reckoning of
a world we don't understand

we come to death
with our own storied existence,
to weep, to suffer, to release
we will all know it, face to face
until a kindness touches our
own pale cheek

and in the end, there will
be something more, journeys
do not cease to be, but soar seamless
into the unseen, infinite space
that surrounds us all

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