There is no dignity in death, but peace,
In that not being, in short, we are no longer
Responsible and so may rest the stronger,
Letting go these concerns as our release.
What tasks unfinished careless, like remains,
A haloed dawn spot on an empty chair,
Where moved before a life, then silent air,
Shadow gasped memory of one, sustains.
No time is like the present, only now,
Forever after distant, no routine,
Beyond a narrative to intervene
With resolutions we disavow,
As that last telescope effect of death
Sinks in, and we exhale our final breath.
KLK
September 20, 2015
I Dwell In Possibility 