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Like low, sinking storm clouds

you darken a swatch of the lit horizon.

Like undetected cancer,

you weaken my body and will.

I do not fear the death that will end you;

nor the graveworms that will devour you.

Death will be the end of you,

and the perfected rebeginning of me.

Starward

[jlc]