whose passport was green
and dug hard the sacred ground
of all our living
but with a pen instead of a plow
what better words could this master
of direct illumination of this world
with the most straight forward of music
gave as farewell but to text his wife
moments before he disappeared into the dark
telling her noli timere...
don't be afraid...
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