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Perhaps, Death Is Like That....
perhaps
when one is conscious of
an impending death,
time becomes a
line thinning into
lips sealing
itself
one falls out of
words
settles upon a chasm
of silence
trying to forget
what good is there that remains
in life
imagining what is next
a door that opens
to someone waiting bringing light
upon his hands
signaling you to follow
and never look back
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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