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Wait For Nothing


 

I sat in the rows 

Reading the book and the Stories

Asking for answers and for Favors

Giving an hour once a week Every week 

 

When the day came 

And I said goodbye to my Kids and their kids

I was at peace

Nothing to distract me

 

My body getting shed from Me

I leave with the light

 

I float up

Waiting for what happens Next

 

But nothing happens

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

No color not even black

A pure nothing

 

A pure peace

A peace purer than the death I experienced moments ago


 

I let go


 

And float in the pureness


 

Of death

 
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