Perfect Breathing
Lay still
Beautiful, dutiful angel
Fly to the heavens, a haven for you
Your end is part of your existence
Your existence, a flame burnt into your soul
That sprouts into the fruit of the landscape
And lends itself to the universe a pivotal role
Memories of darkness and heartless envy
Pass through like a bad bad dream
Like a cough that’s been stuck inside your throat
You won’t have those thoughts bleeding into your moat
Those thoughts need not lend themselves to your final moments
Put them high upon the shelf, into the lowly lands of ruins
Think of lights and colors that make you feel warm
Tasteful seeds of happy dreams feed sun onto the storm
Your fateful gown is worn
And as you fade into the dust of ages
And cross into another Multi dimension
A void with people with no faces
Instill belief in your suspension
As we drown in personal grief
You become part of the Global reef
Your heart’s last beat, in perfect breathing
Silent and still, with an empty peaceful mien
Closed hollow lips
Your dead cocoon stiff
No more shall you tremble
Worries disassemble
Listless lying wistful on the Mazama floor
A Casualty yet you still will have won your inner bitter war
That’s the way expiry should commence
Spirit dissipates through your brawn fence
I hold you pretending that it’s all a trance
But I’ll sit still believing until the end
I sit still believing until the end
I pretend I hear your perfect breathing like the wind
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