all he's exhausted

in his steady wringing

of time's neck

exhaust him now

in the crushed throat

of time's ever-healing

laser will to drain him

he aware already

of his diminished capacity

amazed to be

this far along but feeling it

feeling it

and ever this much closer

to laying it down

on the cherished earth

we leave him here

empty as the life forms

he diminished

with his hunger and thirst

and his bony sabers

losing the grip on the throat...

all at once... I can breathe...

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