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My Final Moments?
December 13, 2023
Cool, Calm, Collected.
All traits that I normally possess.
But as I lay here in this cold, soggy box.
I no longer possess.
As my body and mind seemingly disintegrate.
This is the end…
But Wait!
I HAVE SO MUCH LEFT TO DO!
I flip and flop and try to get loose.
Efforts futile, still in the cold, soggy box.
Will I ever see the light
Once more?
Will I soar to my heart's content
Once more?
Will I belong to the Sky, my haven
Once more?
Only God knows, and he’s holding the box.
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This is an ekphrastic poem written about Aleta Ross-Steward's "Disintegration".