final moments

Final Moments

He’s curled
on death’s
doorstep,
hovering in
the beating
hum of
translucent wings.

 

He floats thru
thoughtlessness,
out of
gravity’s reach.

 

He’s a
pinpoint
of light
on the
fringe
of space,
beyond which
time does
not exist.

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