A Welcoming Stillness

July 28, 2025

We all search

for prescience

the future

on hold

As each

dying moment

forever

unfolds

We all crave

the silence

preparing

for death

Its welcoming

stillness

a last

— final breath

(The New Room: July, 2025)

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