Fire, Ice and water
Falling, sun receding
Darkness takes over
The breath. First
Taste of liquid in
The lungs. Blackness
and then a light, Brain
firing, last gasp for life.
The epiglottis spasms and
oxygen disappears, the fear
is real, knowledge of death
freezes man, burning
anxiety at the end, but:
If we are ever to return
to Ithaca, the ship from
Troy must be boarded
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