To be....
a state of
nothingness.....
perfectly still
moving neither
air nor sound
absorbing the
exact moment
when life and death
merge
becoming one
to be...
stationary.....
feeling neither
the fear of falling
or the need to climb any higher
to be.....
is to be no more.....
to be.....
is but another door___
2007©tedgsheridan
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