Thoroughly wonderful, Max. I've watched a person die, a gentle going, and
imagined much the time's coming to me. Your reverie's lovely through and
through, the figure full, unstrained, blithe and warm. The phrase many
regard as euphemistic, "passing on", works here and for me.
Thanks,
Judy
2009/12/1 Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>
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> Dreaming Passing
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> I have been dreaming emails.
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> Words appear on the screen, my words,
> faster than my absent fingers.
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> I seem to be saying my goodbyes
> to distant friends and those
> seldom and not lately seen.
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> The more intimate ones
> are not in the picture.
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> The body withdrawn, it would seem
> that consciousness survives;
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> but there dawns a reminder
> that though serious this is dreaming.
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> No one is on hand to say
> their goodbyes to me.
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> I am too preoccupied
> even to check my inbox.
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> At least there is no pain.
> I am passing away slowly
> distributed into cyberspace
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> which is as great a beyond
> as I can imagine,
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> universal, painless,
> quite well-lit, but dark in patches.
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> My feet are definitely frozen,
> mere numbness - so much for the body -
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> reminding me of Falstaff's passing
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> the rest of which is not
> remotely coming to mind.
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> Ah yes, babbled of green fields.
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> Nothing in my line of vision
> nor remembered, has colour of any sort;
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> with an effort the word
> monochrome comes to mind.
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> Coming to mind! silly phrase
> when I know I'm coming not to mind.
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> Max Richards
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> Wednesday 2 December 2009
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