Fusion
when, face upturned to sky
face co-mingles with sky,
breath drawn out
painlessly
co-mingles with cloud,
blood tide broken,
dissolved in blue
lake himalayan sages
say is without wave,
heart waveless
fused with clear cold
lotus lilies, pitiless
in an instant
of nuclear death
poem by Doug Bentley
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