you will be alone,
the touch of others
felt through a caul
When you meet your maker
you will be alone —
the magnitude of that encounter
eclipsing other presence
How you choose your death
is not a thing you’d tell anyone,
even if you knew to do so.
In that narrow passage
you will be alone
In the breaking to awakening
you are not alone,
tumbles of bright choruses
fill you from within
and the reverberation of you
sings its essential harmony
in the reunion of everyone
On the other side
we are not alone anymore.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 11, 2016
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