poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Body Without breath. Mine but inert. I remember those about me. They know I am here. In cathedral of bones organs play softly the quiet notes of rest. Collapsed Aware Awaiting Ready Peace. Into darkness I sink. A moment passes. I open my eyes to a new world.
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