as they dance fitfully for me. Wearied,
I rest with my face to heaven. Feathers
nestle my head as I look to God through
the window. Jade colored grass dazzles
the afternoon. I'd almost forgotten the
hand holding my frailty.It encroaches
with every passing moment. The pulse
begins to wane. Your voice singing to me,
your eyes look into mine. It begins to slow
its long labor, the wind rustles the white
curtains once more and, and finally . . .
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