an ender should not dread the end
reaper of all, you sowed once too
a guide for the died
what fear is there
for the destined real?
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you will be summoned
you will appear
be drawn to my wavering soul
suspended above my shallow shell
and dear death
once ago
and once again
become
enfleshed
though i feel the points and juttings
as i toss and turn and knock about
my fingers still seek and sink into
the weighty dough
and though at times i peer at spindly
i beg the Fleischer
and promise soft to pay him dearly
and even sometimes i breathe in
and glimpse reedy
but there is no question
of how
at noon’s call
how needy
how so very, very greedy
it gets…
and though you tell me
to really see
and to see what you see
i see only me
and that
i am more than enough
intotheindigo 