So my friend was here and left a wrapper she had tied in to a bow with knots woven further down, it was too striking to discard espiecally because of it's intriguing grainy black residue.
Later I had decided to watch some of Ross Suterland's poetry and found renditions of 'The Last Poet Barman' which I watched incessantly; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMoj-G0CG58&list=PLBF2AA363B6446BEF
The words 'death spasm' stood out so much that I really felt they had used in a piece so I saved them and then about 15 minutes later it occured to me that the bow was the image of the words I had found. I'm so very glad my friend left that bow behind...
The Death Spasm
Shaped like a bow, edging with black.
From it's knot, life is woven below.
Momentarily, laceration,
the death spasm will overcome.
In this very
moment, the life spark incandescent.
Mellifluous euphoria outstretched
into the pale afterglow.
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