Soundlessly falling, tearing apart the fabric of being,
sanctioned upon earmarks of holiness.
Not to be mistaken as someone of this world, walking
continuously on edges of death, looking for a way to
enter into it's unfathomable distance.
Walking from all aspects, attempting to find the center
of it, clouds parting, opening depths of heaven so I may
see into it the glory after life has ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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