I recognize you, familiar companion, welcome yet not welcomed, patiently waiting in arbitrary dark shadows to heed the next unrelenting call, taking that which is into the ardent furnace of that which shall be, I part my lips to consume you, to speak of your deeds, to open tears and tares in my heart, to morn the necessity of our communion, yes I recognize you, one step behind and one step ahead, side by side, an entity who brings not the end, but simply more life from the death we aptly blend, walking hand in hand, each touching the other yet unwilling to meet as we put forth the show of reluctant friends, appeasing allies, Death, I recognize you, familiar companion, unwelcome friend, see you later for there is life and love to blend.

©Bruce Larson*Moore
9-01-01
Whidbey Island, WA

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