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Jan 5
TO NOT TO BE OR TO BE

I travel into my death
forgetting this world of now
that has all but forgotten me

this world looks so
insignificant
like a planet reduced to a full stop

being dead
felt so alive
I didn't give the world a second thought

"...to infinity &. . .beyond!"
I grin to my self
seems a sense of humour survives

glad to lose the body
never did get on with it
think I'm going to enjoy just being thought

that's it
just thought
I think myself into being

I'm still me
only
minus my body

I think
then I am
my own creation

I've been to
nowhere & back
now I am an everywhere

here I am
& here I am not
the mesh of existence

I try to explain
my self to
my not-self

so now I
understand it all
it's. . .

*

A friend of mine telling me what it was like to die and then...not to die.
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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