About maya-mandala-poet

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a truck was waiting for me at
the intersection

my car struck it,
folded up
and
i died.

II

death is a beach

the sand beneath your feet
turns black

you discover the divisible
you

your focus spirals
and contracts

alarms ring
all over your
body

your legs cry out

your mind vibrates

and then finally
what’s left of you

exhales

and in that last moment

in the last moment



you return to the ocean