I forgot to die today,
and for many days before.
Lost, I found myself
grasping for time gone by
with white knuckles.
Suddenly and
maybe gracefully…
I remembered
to let go and die again.
Life returned to my blood.
I could have thrown punches
at myself
for abandoning my own demise,
yet I love the night sky
as much as the morning sunshine.
P.S. Dear Life, I most humbly beg you, please remind me that every breath is a death. With love, your Beloved
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