All this reverence for life, who does it help
Did it heal you?
keep death at bay?
Nothing can.
L I F E
is precious but Y O U
can’t be too precious about life
our lungs were meant to laugh a fire
blowing out a whisper you will choke
laughter knows not how to heal
yet when you accepted the inevitable you were laughing and healing had commenced.
Death is life is here is gone in a giggle
Time seems to leave first
those who worry so about leaving.
However long is left
choose to stay.
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