On the evening of my death,

I watched a fire spread along the sky,

A resplendent storm of amber and white,

A wonderful, glowing, burning ,

The light gently warmed my fingers,

a breeze dried my eyes,

a chorus of birds cried,

vibrations roared over me, one, brilliant song, 

a sudden vacuum of air engulfed me,

My legs, my lips, my cheeks,

I closed my eyes,

The countryside played a song,

I slipped further into the vortex,

Further, deeper into the song,



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