I wrote--and then reversed--the lines, 'his immortal spirit'.
The cursor danced back quietly, and removed the words
whose seams had seethed with meaning
A soft key-touch before
But now by cursor silenced evermore,
As a man
Is subtlely removed from this earth
Alone
In a room
Without fanfare.
The cursor dances back across
Anonymous, calm-blinking sweep
The cursor dances back across
His immortal soul.
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No gates rolled shut like the press of tides
No portcullis fell with as final a clang
As this carven latch on the edge of a wood.
Unanswered Unechoed
The silent trees stood 'round the click of the door
Of the small bungalow
Where Old Yensen is ready to die.
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