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Nervously entering the waters of deathThis liminal space, before fully immersingInto realms unknown, unbreathed, unlivedI dare not look back While Ganga beckons and palm trees bowThe cool breeze hovers above Ripples of my presence, disrupted, dismembered, dis-easedI dare not look back Rising tides ebb and flowWith each step I wade further onDeeper into mysteries unknown, unheard, unfeltI dare not look back Standing waist high fingertips restWhere the sky meets the seaIn a… Read More