? Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

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a last rising thought, buoyant
as warm air

a scent, a cool
sensation on the skin

the last sight
of a world’s symmetry

in flaring silence
as life ceases to fix its gaze

an emptying into atoms, more
minute than dust, the after-death

dark crumbling of mind
and flesh and spirit

into buoyancies of light

Sunday, November 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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