When all was
not it was, but
a past
You only, came
Driving my hearse -
Giving communion
to my spirited whole
Sans any bereavement, that
since uptil was
a flicker of my earthy life
Now, that
I have a truce with my understanding
I have shrugged off
all my reasons
to be with you
Sans any death, sans any act to call my own
But, to
Bequeath my breath onto you -
Time and space
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