Death is inconceivable,
seen only from outside.
That breath is irretrievable
weighs balefully astride
the only comprehension
breath knows how to bring.
Breath bellows: all extension
and expectancy: a thing
for which there can be
no believable recourse.
Lifeless constancy
swamps all remorse.
What defining feature
might we understand?
Funny little creature,
dying in the hand.
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