Deaths Being
i am the being
the craftsman
the caution
circumstance and workshop
are 'mine' caring...
absence and question
are light of the world
a place to create
entanglement
with the 'mineness'
of others...
life and death
appointment
from birth
as articulators
of 'what' and 'how'
'is' to be done...
these are outshone
by the light of question
and the authenticity of 'why'
remains 'mineness'
of mine...dying from birth
out of reach of the others
ripening on a tree
of caution and absence...
irrelevance to the world
and nothingness of space
openness of light
and inauthenticity of 'they'
we never actually experience...
deaths knock...when the 'mine' is gone
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