Great is Death
We are his
urgent breath
his eager pus.
Thinking
we're in the thick of life
we do not see him
blinking
in the thick of us.
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Very true Anthony, we never see him coming, although I think some feel his presence, better to live in the now imo. Having a restful day, smiling Tai