Place the veil on the mirror
and stop the clocks
I can't bear time anymore
Set out the good china
and prepare the feast
for the one who's at death's door
Unable to look back
or forward yet
I sit, suspended, waiting
As the last breath is drawn
and the rain pours down
mourners no longer anticipating
Lynn West
2009
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