At Death’s Doorstep

Let me ease your mind,
the dead don’t cease to exist,
they just don’t know they do.

That is not bad, knowing is
useless where there is no need.
At death, we join the sisterhood
of rocks and our flesh falls from
our bones like dry moss.

Forget your legs, let gravity move
your naked skull like a rolling stone,
let it rest in a riverbed giving
shelter to minnows as it once did
to thoughts. Grow an algae mane,
and wait in unknowing for eternity to end.



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