Waiting on edges of life and death, breathless and un-
compromising, wanting to enter heaven tonight, knowing
it won't yet happen.
Listening to steady beats of some other time, reciting
moods and expressions that once were a part of this mind,
but since then have been let go.
Realizing that life has now changed, is being rearranged
and settled onto a bookshelf of this mind, gathering dust
from years of misuse, now just tears settled into this
sorrowful heart.
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