Climbing up from my soul
I came to a placeWhere my fire met the sky
Here
Where the heat was not so great
I knew
The flame might die
And I would be vulnerable
To the living
And yet
In that moment
That vulnerability
I met living at its most vibrantI drew last breath
And let go-----------------------------------
I do not write to share meaning but to explore it. These are words I put together, but I don't know what they mean. That's okay.
Jeff thunked dis
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