Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Where is that?
I would like to think I might go there
When I am no longer
Animate and breathing in this
This
I think
When I die
I will, I hope
Call into
And recall
My leaving moment
The promise of my own
Energy left behind on
The infinitesimal calendar
Knowing
That is all of my own life
Left there
And still, nothing
Nothing
But a pleading blip
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