When I turn the final page I will lay my
naked self upon the Earth.
I'll not consider broken twigs nor
tattered leaves -
neither shall I sort philosophies or
religions.
I will simply sleep with mossy clumps
in Sun and shadow.
No longer will I be governed, judged,
questioned or classified -
I'll only sleep,
for it will truly be my final page.
Occasional rays of light may reflect
off fleeting bits of memory -
like dust particles floating in
someone else's thoughts.
I'll flicker past
and then again be gone
zobostic corwin
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