While James Joyce did speak to me of the dead - -
With heart of darkness, Conrad mouths to me - -
These books I read in my hospital bed,
Their profound words began to set me free.
My life everyday was unbridled thread;
I humbly bowed to G-d upon my knee.
Because I’ve three tales spinning through my mind
Open my eyes so I will not be blind
Emily Dickinson, when she died- - heard
A fly buzz - - myself -- see the moon-lit sky :
I peacefully look towards heavenwards - -
Go back Son it’s early for you to die!
Immortal authors saved me through their words:
Now I’ve made peace, ready to say good-bye - -



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