Death becomes

The space is constructive
And the air is tight to breathe
My heart labors
As my vision begins to fade
Change is the precipitous
Of all that emerges from the dark
Squeezing from tight places
Death becomes a friend
I welcome release
Oh Pluto! Your eyes are upon me
And I fall beneath your grasps
Descending into darkness
Only to begin again

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