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I am not yet dead; my soul still seeks

The glowing fingers of its mate amongst

The black tide of folly

That humans tend to drown in.

I am not yet dead; my body is still humming,

My heart still beats out its own secret way.

Lungs still inflating – slightly, only tiny bubbles from the breath of a fish

And my fingers still drumming drumming

Drumming,

To a beat only they know.

I am not yet dead; like the sigh of midnight waves

Stealing away the shore,

Not all at once, like a snowflake in my palm

But little by little by little,

The grains of life, the facets of thought

Are being stripped away by

The reaching fingers of infinity.

I am not yet dead; not quite.

Though the stars may have exploded in their own dying light,

And the brightness of consciousness may have been bitten back

By the destruction, their own destruction, of the world.

The universe will do what it does in these situations

And implode in a supernova

That burns and rages against the void before

Impossibly

Inevitably

Closing back with the cold, numbing finality of darkness…

And continues.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 21, 2014 ⏰

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