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What do we

carry with us

in the final moment?

Where death's breath embraces us

And drags us into the abyss

Does our memory cling on

In a surge of consciousness

Like a swallow on a branch

That takes flight in a porcelain sky

That time has slowly decorated

With our laughter and our tears,

That death swiftly erases

In a final clatter.

What remains for us on our final journey

If not a body whose bones and flesh

Quiver in a cold landscape

That passes through the air

Where day and hope

fade out.

We must surrender to life

Because we are

tenants of an ephemeral world