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Wanting
As ripened fruit
I awoke
Falling toward other beginnings
Choices unbridled
I knew
Warm hands met me
Waiting sounds
I heard
Soft urges
Anxious voices
Holding my inborn stillness
I traveled
With cries of birth
I decreed my death
Sun did shine
Rains did come
I lived
Collecting earth-time
Singing its experience
Clock hands began their hesitation
Movement ever cautious
I'm ready
Archives labeled
Summoned filings completed
Make of my heart
A final expansion
Into the next ever living
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Ron
Love ya!
Jane
"With cries of birth,
I decreed my death." Brilliant!