It is hard to know future reality from imagined ends.
How hard this life wears on us as the journey deepens.
They said she died alone and homeless
In a parking lot in Santa Ana
After an attempted robbery.
{Younger days on the stage
Her voice on record
And floating through the air}
As the year was readying to turn
She passed from this place
That failed her.
Ancient light of dying stars
Reaching her eyes.
Warm breath on a cold night
And eventually
Ever her breath
Turned Cold.
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