Shadow Dance
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

SELF-CEASING

Unfolds, refolds this small wind,
breath's tide-count on life,
small movement it will be to end,
small effort to accept the knife.

I will say my nones and go to sleep,
pass beyond the edge of confusion
sink into the tranquil, breathless Deep.
and rest forever in Night's oblivion.

 

 

 

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