Mortal Coil (Written April 21)

Mortal Coil

 

But in a little while, I think,

That too will happen. Sometimes,

When I stand up, my head

 

Swims, and I no longer know

Where I am. The dead

Know nothing, see nothing,

 

Feel nothing. They sleep

And do not wake. Nothing

Can touch them ever again.

 

Sometimes, when I think about it,

I’m sad, but other times

It seems a blessing.

 

As the river flows into

The sea, the life in me slips

Away, and I am diminished.

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