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Nov 27
I will rest
when I die
do not burn away my flesh
do not reduce me to smoke and ash
when I die
do not place my artificial skin on a bed of satin
do not isolate me in claustrophobic wooden walls
when I die
take me to a forest and let the wind knot my hair
muddy my fingertips in the swirling water of a stream
when I die
cut through the soil, mind the roots and rocks
lower me till my back rests against the dirt
when I die
tuck me into a bed of imperceivable
but triumphant life
when I die
sprinkle my grave with birdseed
let me go, I will be in good company
when I die
let me dissolve into something substantial
let the rain seep through the earth and separate
each cell of my being
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