March 7, 2011
Death has a way of following me.

He sees me in my most vulnerable moments,

Watches as life finds a way to cut through me.

And Death Watches

While the life


from my being

Closing OUT
both Thoughts and Actions.

And Death Welcomes Me

as I move toward him,
Becoming familiar with this new place.

So I join Death.

And except my new form.


only leaving behind the sound

of its beating wings.

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