Death will one day
hold you in his arms
and sweetly kiss you;
death will know how
you like to be loved:
stroll now in the mind
of God, cartwheel
across the diamonded
sky, say hello to
hell and back, skin
your knee on a
vanishing dream,
bite down hard
on forever,
soar like song
through the sunset
of the world
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