Who is Ready


Am I ready for my time:

To speak of such from the body.

I think of the sky above.

That moment of passing through – The sun, the moon, the clouds and airborne creatures.

But no.

I think of the earth below

and the wind which moves upon it – support no more for my fragile frame.

The eyes, deeds and words of man –

Blinded, stilled and silenced.

To escape without moving.

Such odd thoughts appropriate.

All my knowledge gone:

A Candleflame snuffed out with no wisp of smoke remaining.

Dreams are no more;

Reality burst forth.

With all I know

I cannot say

I am ready for my time.

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