She considered herself a life


embracing long solitary moments;

eyes open to darkness.

Life had become a plausible

intruder as

she slept away painful images

and the jest of youth.

She was now an unstable


a fleshy veneer

no longer frightened of the


She suspected the end,

though assured by faith,

she relied on the alliance

secured between the crevices

of unseen waters.

She quietly relinquished

a last breath.

She was 97.

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