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I, death belong in that fever pitch of stress starting your heart to palpitate at the same frequency.

I, death belong in the crevices of the nightmares and the dreams.

I, death belong with the light, walking with the light, existing with its radiant lies in the midst of my honesty and authenticity.

I, death belong in the streaks of madness and grief, that anatomic release

I, death belong in the tears and fears, the anger, strife from trauma

I, death belong in your offspring's fury from watching and learning your teachings unfold, shaping their matter into atoms and their atoms into being and being human while underneath continuing to be the instinctual animal of generations.

I, death belong as the crawling, creepy thing supposedly hiding in the dark, but in reality I'm front and center just like the dark, never in the shadows, but part of the halo lurking over your head like a centerpiece.

I, death belong everywhere, anywhere, underground, inside your sanity, your sanctity, your enemy, your friend.

I, death belong nowhere but still I remain constant and visceral as real as blood.