Awakening

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  • Death

    Awakening
    Deeper I'm falling,
    Departing,
    Descending,
    the shadow is overtaking.
    The clock is ticking,
    the morbid bells are singing.
    Should I answer their calling?
     
    My battered heart heart is racing,
    flaring,
    towards its majestic ending.
    My sight is darkening,
    my mind is fading,
    the heat is receding,
    the window of life is closing.
     
    Ah, the numbing.
    I'm finally escaping.
    The relief is assuring.
    Dying is Living!

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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