Rise
I hang from life’s thin strands now
at end’s dark abyss
and weave more onto this frail web
for living I shall miss.
entice the intrusion,
relinquish all thought,
succumb to the incidence
invoking has wrought.
awake from life’s coma
in rapture by yield,
and rise from the casket
self-cast and self-sealed.
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