Do these white walls close in?
How many angels on the head of a pin?
When doctors pieced you back together again
Like biddies sewing a quilt so thin
Did you question then the army who killed
You night and day, broke against you, waves on a rock?
Who would have thought a myriad kalpas was so long?
A band of lost men played you for a song,
Helped you disintegrate until you were gone.
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