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Death

I’m getting older; every single cell of my being harbours this awareness. On the day of my birth Death began his steady walk towads me. Never once hurrying – every day, ever closer: a slow, perfect gait displayed only by someone cocksure of his victory.

DEATH IS A DIALOGUE BETWEEN

Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.”

Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.

– Emily Dickinson

Illustration: L’homme au chapeau melon (Man in a Bowler) by Rene Magritte  (c. 1964)

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