Sometimes you can see yourself
In a burial suit stretched-out in a coffin,
Your hands cold and gray, expressionless face.
If there is no God, we vanish away
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Another extraordinary poem from the pen of an extraordinary poet. Praise for your rare and beautiful gift. Sandra
From a literary standpoint, this is a true mastery of the written word and a sterling display of my own personal style favour....dakside verse.An absolutely Fine Penning, Uriah! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''f j r
Hi Uriah. I haven't been around here in quite a while but I'm glad I popped in for this. What a huge poem. Its power is in its brevity and the impact of focusing in on one very vivid aspect of togetherness/ loneliness. Very sad and very effective.