when I go

old man on a park bench

when I’m gone I’m not awake I’m not asleep I’m still aware I know I’m me

do not weep for keep your tears they are your own but there I lie I’m not down deep

I became everything yet nothing at all I fly through the air to the ends of the

universe it sings the nursery rhyme the wind blows I’m the tinkling wind chime

like a thought like a feeling like nothing but blackness and memory of me like an old fashioned telephone keeps on ringing I became the sun the moon the rain the clouds the wind the clear blue sky and the green choppy sea.

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