No wonder I am fascinated by Death
It is the portal, the vortex, the stargate
The nearer I am to it
The closer I am to me
I came from there
Will I see anyone from home?
Just one glimpse of the soup from which I sprang?
Death – gate – bridge
Death angel – knows
Knows me
Knows mine
Brings me sights and sounds of home
May I pass through?
Must I still wait?
How can anyone be afraid of you?
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