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Miles Seiden
Dec 9, 2021
Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash

here i am
someday i’ll go
to where?
what form?
i’ll never know

this lifetime wrapped
soul wrapper, scrapped
how best
to prep for
the long nap?

a hollow well
to perma-dwell,
the oldest
form of
burial?

with headstone, though?
well, that’s a no
i’d rather
let my
selfhood go

how ‘bout a pyre?
to ash from fire
particulate’s
a frequent
flier

processes rich
an -ation niche
mummific-, crem-,
‘n’aquam-
bewitch

beyond ‘be’ flow
what’s most eco?
a mycosuit
or pod
below?

and as for place,
sea, sky or space?
x marks
no spot
but subtle trace

they’ll call me late
a wink of fate
as ‘me’
turns mealworm
dissipate

what follows, lo!
free of ego
rejoins
the cosmic
order so…

oh look! a star
aloft, afar
it’s carbon
sharing its
memoir

expressive arc
alighting dark
trailblazing
testament
to hark

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Miles Seiden

A (com)passionate creative consultant for visionary organizations. Poetry, stories, opinions and wordplay for a brighter today.