when the music still surrounds
then envelopes
the lines of your heart...
the cross beat
yours...and mine
shard-white shatters
scattered strands
cold silver tables
side by side by side
breath and bone
the white cotton and the linen garment
one rising one settling both surrendering
one passing into another
one taste of afterlife
one drop of finality
passage.
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