Diminished

Each word said
is a word shed
a part of me
poured into the world
and
I am perhaps
diminished;
every poem
every letter
every one
a clod of earth
broken away
from the main
a toll of the bell
’till
I am dispersed
each word said
is a word shed
until in time
that last is breathed
and I am dead
and I am in the world

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