Forever Mortal

Poem By Brian Mattern


of obedience
intent to
die, in all eventuality.

cataclysmic racing
of thoughts meandering,
and the body
lay still. hoping for fresh
and mocking dead space,
in that, the fated last
does leave you, in

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