Dying

That which commences
quite often comes to an end.
That is how it is.

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Ephemeral all.
Footprints, feelings, features, facts.
Flora, fauna, us.

Everlasting, not.
Ferns, food, family, friends, foes.
Flora, fauna, us.

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Brown recluse spider
in our home’s bathroom. Killed it.
It was self-defense.

Misinformation,
mistaken identity.
Wish I knew better.

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Leaves release, fall, drop,
throw themselves into the void.
Is to die to fly?

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Sun setting again,
in a silent smooth farewell.
Like a gentle death.

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Slowly, suddenly,
sooner or later life leaves.
Live, die. So be it.

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Big black lab Brodie, 
the mellow, gentle guard dog.
Lived a long, loved life.

Tiny dog, sweet Tea,
crossed the rainbow bridge as well.
Sad household this week.

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Down the long hallway
towards the great mystery
we will all parade.

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On the other side
of what we can sense and know
may be something else.

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Go through the threshold
between life here and the rest,
whatever that is.

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And this is the end!
Or so it seems from here, now.
Perhaps there’s no end.

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Life ceases, stops, ends.
Is this end the final end?
Life keeps going on.

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Death is persistent, 
relentless, regardless, yes.
And yet, so is life.

Death is tenacious, 
over and ever again.
And yet, so is life.

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All in their due time.
White, black, gray, dawn, noon, dusk, night.
Living and dying.