Observing Death


Words finally make their way

To the surface

That's when it will be okay

Lay in bed

Dream a dream of spinning a dance

Spinning till you dizzy for the lifeless

Who put the life in the words

You speak of them

"Those who have passed on"

No more euphemisms to place on


For we are fleeting creatures

Entitled to a Universal Truth

Author's Notes/Comments: 

October 2007

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