vanishing point

to disappear
from the sarcophagus
I have built of myself
to float like dust
from the demands
of friends and lovers
to fall between the flux
of dark and day
free of time’s measured grasp
to fade into light
as if standing
at the edge of dawn
as if nothing mattered
as if I were not here
(August 10, 2013)

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