2002 Poetry

thumping your chest

to repossess your breath

expertise doing their best

combined hopes and skills

couldn't do anything

breath gently leveling the line

showing the sign, and they shudder

pyramids taking a lateral line

now confirming, truth is unkind

as flat line outpours in this bind

slowly closing your eyes

you're now flapping your spine

drifting into the orb of sublime

dark, blank, nil

your breath in a while expires

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