Barely discernible in her bed,
she blends in with the artificial dusk
created by the closed blinds .
In the dimness she sees
her late daughter, her parents
and her friends from childhood
like a home movie
projected on the wall,
flickering with her consciousness.
Nurses come and go
but gradually become less real
than the parade of the deceased,
their voices becoming more muted
as if she is hearing them
from an expanding distance
as she feels herself vanish
like an early morning moon
ebbing into the lightening sky. -- Jeff Barnes
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