Like the sun
I cannot bear to face it:
I say that it has nothing to do with me,
Exists outside of me, a silence
When everything is done.
Yet even now
I feel it deep within me, closer
Than my breathing,
Moving within me, slow as my blood,
With all I care to do, a shadow
Or that follows me
And leads me to my centre not my edge.
Reprinted by kind permission of the author and publishers from Kevin Hart. 2002. Flame Tree. Sydney: Paper Bark Press.
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Hart, K. My Death. Bioethical Inquiry 6, 325 (2009). https://doi.org/10.1007/s11673-009-9178-x
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