With detachment, he could feel his body going, going, going....
Lighter than a feather was the weight upon his shoulders
The smallest possible breeze around him warmly blowing
Only the tiniest of life's flame within him smoulders....
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No longer touching earth, he felt himself flying, flying, flying....
Above the cirrus mare's tail clouds he was soaring
He wondered, is this what it's like if one were dying
Then slowly, oh so slowly, he felt his body lowering....
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As he fell, he heard the wayward wind sighing, sighing, sighing....
Like a deep breath releasing from somewhere on high
To understand, he knew there was no sense in trying
But somehow he was sure an angel had passed by....
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Within him, myriad thoughts were flowing, flowing, flowing....
His room began to brighten as he became himself again
Thinking, the end is not imbedded in the need for knowing
We don't need to know the why and need not know the when....
