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Whitest of lights

Deafening silence

What if it ends

Before I get there?

The great release

The last and final gift

No aftertaste, no present state

Intangible and eerie

Snow coated mountain tops

A breath that leaves the mouth

A side view figure wearing white

And no sensations after

A scolding hot tear down the cheek

The salty taste, familiar

A word that's inexpressible

For someone dear

Fading, unrecognizable

Suspended in nothingness

And I give in to

Deeply nauseating fear

Of spanless open space

Realization of your own mortality

Fighting with ego

Once walked

Once breathed

Once saw, believed

Once thought

Once craved

Imagine catastrophes

Envision bodies

Await, believe and harbor

Thoughts disembodied

And all the frowning faces

Of those who mourn their loss

Once made mistakes

Now empty space

Almost surreal

Practically numb

As if I force myself

To grieve for things

That haven't happened

As if

I force

Myself

To grieve for things that haven't happened

Following the footsteps

Etched in the gleaming snow

All the pine trees and the icebergs

No one of us could see before

The peace and quiet, long awaited

Might seem too much to bear

Consuming wounds, preparing space

The bodies bruised are laid to rest

And sleep in silence

Undisturbed and quiet