See or may be unseen, conjure
of thread split from the seams,
no threat to the greater fabric,
spun finite a length not longer;
I take comfort in death, knowing
tomorrow the dawn breaks yet
again, sorrow glibly smoothing the
wrinkles of joy; love lingers, a
ripple of coherence in throes of
chaos: touches, words and looks,
mirrored in multitude;
you live on, embrace the wilting
breath, vibrating from me to the
throngs of new cosmic dendrites.
I take comfort in death; the world
still harmonious in its harmonics.
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