Every breath that leave my body
Is an encrypted confidential message
Only death can unscramble.
It is useless to hack it.
Death is the only ultimate interpretation.
There no text remains.
Paper boats leave
The abandoned dock of my being
Sailing soundlessly
On the invisible rivers
Of my ancient breath.
Traces I will leave behind
Are crumbs fallen inadvertently
From the absent minded mouth
Of death.
Let harmless sparrows peck
At the grains of my words.
I will not leak the secret
Once I am gone.
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