Psychopomp
a caress of spectra
nestles the last molecule of a life,
tends it within prisms,
as if turning an egg.
eyelids, desolate as moon dust,
open and are no longer dry.
craters that pocked worn out lungs
swell luminous with vapor.
this lost life
once yearned to soar,
and yet it is death that grants wings,
death gorgeous as a rainbow,
a bridge beyond Cygnus.
the Earth itself
an indolent pebble,
quick to wane,
distant in the twinkling.
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10/26 mods
2/2/24 .... mods
5/9 ... removed "unreckonable" before "twinkling"
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