What happens to fragrance
That a flower defuses
When it meets its death,
Or what happens to light
That the fire emits
When it meets its death,
Will happen to the soul
That the body displays
When it meets its death.
They are inherent
In their matters
And not separate
Like air from sack.
21.02.2016
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