Only in moments such as this,
when static speaks
more clearly to me than any words
or mellifluous sounds,
when tear tracks sting
from cold winter air,
sadness generates a volcano in my chest,
and each limb is distinct and separate-
every nerve hot cold, numb or electric,
do my cares not pass
and I feel a part
of something greater and infinite,
as if I am only partially in this world.
And only in those moments
do I feel unafraid, while closer
to the End.
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