The Second Death


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                                            Have I lost faith

                                            In these

                                            Few moments to myself

                                            To myself


                                            In these few moments

                                            So very few moments to think

                                            Think to myself


                                            For ink no longer

                                            Leaves

                                            the relief that it used to


                                            The breeze is turning

                                            into a chill

                                            The chill is freezing

                                            Over


                                            I remember

                                            I remember

                                            Embers of a distant past

                                            That touched into my heart


                                            I yearn for something

                                            That’s passing away

                                            I know I’ve lost something

                                            Something sacred

                                            Something in the iterations,

                                            Something I can’t

                                            Or don’t want to

                                            say


                                            This terrible signal

                                            Just strong enough to hold

                                            Holds its hooks over my heart


                                            And all these images

                                            Faded beyond recognition

                                            Will weaken into the stars


                                            One day they will burn out

                                            Becoming

                                            like the rest of us


                                            (Are we out of time?)


                                            I think

                                            Even though it’s too late

                                            I think I’ll go back to sleep

                                            This too will pass

                                            The passing over

                                            Of the second death


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