Sunday, April 24, 2011

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What does it mean to be you?
--Dead, gone--
Really, invisible--
What does this mean?

Do you speak?
Or do you emerge from shadows?
Or do you vibrate?
Or do you listen?

Crystallized at 27.
How does that feel?
Is there a secret in death?

And is that secret that what waits
beyond is better than what stands here before us?

I quietly await response.

3/1/11

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