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decrementing through time.
peeling off the layers of
consciousness like days
to reach a deadlike motion.
though jumping through
time, you'll see two versions
of the death story.
one is a viewing of decay, it's
arm's admission of a slow declinelike
removing of skin and cells, a
dreadful kicking and screaming
which resolves into surrender
before the true enemies have
described their image to our
blind selves. this version
requires stable benefits and
a comfortable chair.
the second version involves a
peeling away not of the body,
but of the mind's greatest
coverings. it views dying
as the growing we do everyday as
children, continuing into
time describing and holding,
gradually distributing ourselves
into the universe through life
until through action, we have
so little left, we move on.
this requires growing like a
vine and taking new roots,
gradually leaving your old
ones.
the decrement of days left until
the finality that is not the ending,
a cup is full or empty. life
tired or tried. it's all spelling
and pronunciation.
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