The death I love is the death of ignorance
the death that buries one in fresh pages
of everlasting movement
between despair and hope
the death of dizzying spaces
of lives between now and then
here and now
The death I love
is that of being enveloped
by embraces of unrehearsed,
uninhibited and unconditional
lyricism of nimble birds
The death I love
is that of open spaces
evolving dreams, unfolding plans
acts of empathy
and touches of grace,
The death I love
is that of open skies
open windows, open books
open schools, open minds,
open-ended drama,
open skies, my dear, open worlds
the death I love is that of sharing
bits of life, I really mean, dying a little
for my sister, giving a little to my brother,
letting myself be changed
by what I really cared for
letting love carry me to heights
of liberating vistas
where one begins to see things
for what they really are
things that are, things that will be
the death I love, my dear, is the death of death.
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