On That Day

his machine heart came to rest 
beating through an extended meeting
with meditations of near death 

she listened with an ear to his chest 
the silence of the silent greeting 
such meditations of near death 

room of lovers to tomb of lover in breadth of breath 
even a vicinity to infinity is fleeting
as his machine heart came to rest

with time at the end they were blessed 
when his machine heart stopped beating
meditations of near death to formations of death 

on the day his machine heart came to rest 
the angels and ancestors were waiting 
to give him his angel wings of death

every human is a legend with a beginning and end 
an audacious saga of becoming sagacious 
in the land of nod watched over by the gods 
contributing to molten floors to chants of encore 

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Pohms 
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