Let Go
Death is a step to letting go,
but it's not the last, not even the first.
Orgasms can be a little death,
in their letting go moments.
Thunderbolts of instant love
shake you out of yourself.
Is it time,
to stop clinging to that last hope,
that you, as a separate self,
actually exist?
Only you can tell.
If so, let go of that rope,
then fall as far as you need to.
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