Dying Poem by ann byrne
Dying
i watch thoughts
like wayfarers
leaving
withdraw
dissociate
abstract myself
notice how small
a mote magnetised
to light
I become
other / part of / greater than
a symphony of senses.
This is absolutely amazing... I can't even begin to describe. inspiring in such a small amount of lines...
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5/5/2024 1:48:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Deep yet close to the senses.