Final Moments​

Breath fades thin

A journey begins

An enigma stirs

As consciousness wanes,

a question persists:

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Did my voice reach him?

As I read, trembling,

words aflame

Did he hear the love

in the gentle cadence of

my farewell?

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Did peace find him,

a fleeting calm,

in those final moments

suspension in time?

Or did he journey into the abyss,

a vast expanse

where reason fades away?

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As he drifted to

a boundless realm

between the self

and the infinite,

what did he feel,

a man of earth

who questioned the stars

in waking life?

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Perhaps he touched

the silent stars,

felt the universe

cradle his soul,

a paradox of existence,

a hidden bridge

where belief dissolves

into pure being.

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In that enigmatic space,

did he find truth?

A sense of oneness

with all that is?

Or was it the silence,

deep and profound,

that held him in

its infinite arms?

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Lucy is me,

I am Lucy