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He had death on his mind, but not his own. He walked the shore thinking of a thousand deaths – the death of youth, the death of summer, the death of certain feelings. The death of all life. Death, in all its forms, and the things that followed it. Death, always carrying birth, for Nature abhors a vacuum.

Tattered, torn, bejeweled; full of life, so close to lifeless – drinking hope where there is none.

We pick our way carefully through the maze, often losing sight of the only possible outcome.

My death is written

in the fading rose perfume -

this is nothing new.

Wondering if he was still there, she put her head on the spot. Of course he was. She should have known he wouldn’t leave her. He had taken too long to find. Dead? Schmed! It was just another face of the same illusion.