Upon Leaving I

Upon Leaving I

How swiftly you left
sighing
life, incarnation.

Was it triumphant,
shattering

Did you meld,
One
ceaseless, light?
ignorance, bondage?

Are you immersed,
infinity
glorious, preparing?

– Palyati Fouse.

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