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May 04

January Thaw

Porphery Posted by: Porphery in English Poems Print PDF

What will it be like, dying?

The moment it happens, what heft does it have

for the one who does the dying?

As every birth creates a whole new set

of ways to be,

would there not be equal sets

of ways to cease to be?

 

Feeling, we interact

with many

with few

or none.

 

Dying is done alone;

no way to share the over and done.

Is it privilege then, to live

to be, and be,

and more more be,

speaking one to another

before there is no more—

 

no more feeling

no more we

nor me

none?

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