Beginnings
and
endings come here
with
nothing such as divinity
or
blessed cans of oil and incense
baptizing
our souls
into
eternity.
Nothing but ugly, fleshy, mortality,
the decaying stench of defeated microbes.
In brief
flashes
that
shatter time,
years
slither away, forming milky pools
of
withered age at the bedside.
Medicated
synapses
are
misfiring,
sending
mixed emotions
to the
conscious realization of an end.
Ghosts of past friends roam
the space around
the body melting under fluorescent lights,
fragile remnants of pain
and joy destined to be lost forever.
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