How to breathe under death

I have lived in a body

nearby death
Always in a body
Death has been a good neighbor
I and death right across a body
We have spoken always in silence
Death comes and goes from time to time
We chat over a tea and coffee
In moonlight and in bed
One day death creeps into my body
Touches my legs and thighs
All over my body, even heart and lung
Then I learn how to breathe under death
When I see a new light
Beyond my body, an eternal One

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