memento #9 / memento mori

is that it?! it must be some misunderstanding.
just one random gust.
a blast.
a swirl,
another gust,
I’m being gently lifted up,
than thrown down.
(one more time)
while this weightless fall goes on
the whole life in the retrospective
from the firm bud, a nipple of a young maiden
till the breathless withering oblivion.

just one more gust!
another swirl,
feeling alive!

the soil is wet and cold.

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