only the mind remembers, the body moves on,
spiders feign sleep and small stones are sidesteppped
unrecognised, impatient and irritated,
wheezing in the bilious throng of yellow light
time is a claw that shreds smooth surfaces
and in this death no other life is remembered,
only the dusty hue of 'self'
atomised in the darkness
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