Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Before I must meet the shock of dying
Let me diffuse the edge that is I,
Spread me out to include the flying
Night wind under the broad night sky.
If I were not persistently me
But blended out to the shape of things
Would I not find it easier passing
Into the light where morning sings?
And if my being did not hover
In a pointed singleness
Living could I not discover
Death's all-minded consciousness?
- Molly Drake

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