POEM: Disappearing Act

Some shake in fear that all will disappear —
from bone to soul — that all will disappear.

They hug it close, squeezing it so tightly
as to thwart the time when all disappears.

But that binding pressure only heightens
the dire urge to struggle to disappear.

Though nothing ever really vanishes,
but fades to the moment it disappears.

The secret is to be with each moment
in that slow fade, ’til it all disappears.

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