I can feel myself
disintegrating slowly
in fields of twilight
I am not afraid
of this dark
I am not afraid
I can feel myself
dissolving in the night sky
amid cold dead stars
I am not afraid
of freezing
I am not afraid
I can feel myself —
cohesion torn asunder —
into particles, I fade
I am not afraid
of dying
I am not afraid
My nerve-endings numb,
no waves to brush my senses,
I’m here, I am gone
I am not afraid
of the void
I am not afraid
I can feel nothing
in the black star horizon,
just time standing still
I am not afraid.
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