Fusion

when, face upturned to sky
face co-mingles with sky,

breath drawn out
painlessly

co-mingles with cloud,
blood tide broken,

dissolved in blue
lake himalayan sages

say is without wave,
heart waveless

fused with clear cold
lotus lilies, pitiless

in an instant
of nuclear death

poem by Doug Bentley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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