Who will be able to tell
When it switched inside me?
Was it a word?
A smell, a colour, a sound?
Or maybe it was this silence
That now I hear like meditation music
A post-funeral peace
The calm feeling
Of a blurry line down the horizon
That smooth relaxation
Of my sweat cooling down
While my heart decelerates
And my mind empties itself
By reminiscing what it meant
And forgetting how it felt
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