Cloaked
You may go your entire life
without detecting the cloaked afterlife,
shifting and bending he cannot be seen
but only by those who are serene,
he is always watching you
for he is always after you,
those who can see him do not fear him
for they know the time and whim
for he is the grim;
and when their time grows near
they embrace him like an old friend with revere,
he's even here right now
standing right behind you.……
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