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the line

as my mother approached the savage moment
the line between life and death stood waiting
all of time whittled down into a single second
aware or unaware of the jump into its breadth
living in borrowed flesh breathing ancient air
melting ice coursing down the lips and a chin
wiping the face swaddled in sweat and silence
unmoving delving deep into a drugged solitude
all things once before have now become behind
there is no looking back or into the dim future
a movement as great as the start of the universe
and infinity has stretched a single pebble to life
a sudden gasp all moments gather into a ball
the last release and time surrenders and ceases

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