death, I know it now as fear and welcome, mix with heart twinge, rapid pulse. complete sense of the imminent. now stand back versus prophecy imagination. any/way- get thru death thru life and work the imagination to its simple blossom, beautiful and spontaneous, existing to be recognized. otherwise, I walk older, in the countdown. you, I think, can never live or do enough. regret. a blossom dark - its other side.
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