waiting for a change a step sideways growth in unwelcome circumstance nausea swelling dizzy aching tired frightened all comes back to chance circle, hope, fire hidden truth look no more

When Death came He was quiet and unassuming A silent slip from one moment into the subsequent. No vigil, no disaster, no fanfare But a small flicker. It was a mysterious and unknown intrusion When Death passed through me Not next to me Not beside me Not in front of

I try not to compare last, and this.