Still standing – moribund,
Pretending that I found
What lies beyond the death,
I draw my final breath.
A body strives to live,
My soul – but to forgive.
Beyond the veil declined
Whole world – but not my mind.
It still perceives the light
And keeps the same old fight.
The lessons still unlearned –
I’m hurled to earth – returned.
Again – I start anew!
It is as if I knew:
The figures in the dream
Are me – or only seem?
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