Jisei - Dying words. Death Poem (poem written during one's final moments.)
Between the belly and the soil I do as I do I am as I am and all it is, I mean all that it is (every morsel, every moment) is my scratching out a, no my Death Poem. When I fall from thought and fall to rot it will be yours to read, to sing, to frame, to forget. Yours to burn. Yours to misunderstand. It is mine to write. And every breath, every step, every eyeblink is my writing of... what'll never be mine to read to you.
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