My whole life span
is a flash in the pan,

And I soon will lie cold,

So it’s best
to take care
with each moment, day, year–
and yet temper my fear,
so I dare to be bold,

and use my whole heart
to love, cull, heal
all my parts,
which I,
in the crook of my arm,
then do gently enfold,

all before
my new form,
high above any storms,
stands firm
on a cloud
and my maker beholds.

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