Stare at Death.
Go ahead.
Face it. Look
deep and watch
the reflection
and the sand.
See how they
flow together
in a heap
all by themselves
ever downward,
dissipating and
irretrievable.
Unless and this
is all in all,
you reach out
and turn it
over, the whole
device and all
its contents.
As and in so
far as life
remains within you,
that elegant
fluidity both
liquid and solid
and spirit you
take hold and
resurrect the
finite portion
you are given
over and over
not in futility
but triumph,
not in resignation
but revolution
as the earth
revolves around
the sun and
the sun burns
out and you
become the star.
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