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Aug 2014
Someone said I died tonight,
Ceasing life and releasing soul,
Like a rumor, it spread like fire,
This dying of someone as told.

Wasn't like it was meant to be,
This silly man's dying all alone,
But time plays tricks on certainty,
To let us think we outsmart time.

But time knows better in this way,
Snatching moments in histories,
Plastering lives on a grander scale,
Laughing last when time decides.

Wasn't sad, nor crying was done,
No time to take an eternal inventory,
Just rapid racing towards nevermore,
A deafening quiet so now begins.

Like standing in the darkest room,
When silence surrounds bewilderment,
No sight or sound to announce the dying,
Just endless dying in this endless time.

Someone so rumored I died tonight,
And right they were to speak like fools,
This destiny that only death can bring,
Beyond their grasp and understanding.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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