An Exploration of Death

Sands of time, blown away,

carried by the wind.

Where do they go —

adrift the space between

you 

and me?
No north or south,

east or west,

no rules, no labels,

no man’s land.
Nothing goes as planned.

Maps, calendars, clocks, and phones,

all thrown out.
Nothing goes,

and nothing

remains.

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