dying before old

I am but a death away
keeping time by light

there is no hideaway
from the flesh and bones

only a suspended mind, here now
a young sonorous bulb wilting

leaving only the sod and soil
of imagining a future life

leaving only an unconscious faith
an undying faith that long hoped
for time to end

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