Poem

I whisper the words of prayer
To the setting sun,
Joyous that it departs the sky

Night is falling
And I am undone
Unraveling out to the edges
A thousand thousand strands
Pressing against the borders of the flesh
Pressure building until I explode

Expanding out to the infinite stars
I connect to it all
The vastness of space wraps me up
Warmth against the cooling earth

Each being living, feeling
Slow shudder in birth and spinning down
Cells dying and burning in rebirth
Each moment
Each minute
Each second until time is lost

The clarity
The cresting of apogee
The melancholy the moment before the fall

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