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04/23/14

by Uriel Tovar

Time beats down
Mirroring the thumping
Of my pulse
As I turn my head and open
My eyes for the last time
Light like life
Seeps out through my lids
As flesh becomes feed
And earth becomes
Flesh reaching its arms
To a dawning sun.

04/23/2014

Posted on 04/23/2014
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/25/14 at 03:03 PM

I interpret this as a most unusual definition of death! Am I anywhere close?

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