Behind The Veil

The day death came, she saw

A moth holding court 

In the corner of the room, a flickering

Sepia shadow, muted 

Whispers from the nearby

Ether where her God 

Was waiting.

And it fluttered flighty 

Morse code, signals of 

Transition and how to slip

Behind the veil; softly,

Softly in the fading of

Presence, the evaporating 

Senses, she found it

Her silken sunbeam, her chariot,

Her ray of redemption;

Wisdom imparted by a true

Light seeker.

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