Caveat: Poem #648 “What I saw when I left my body behind”

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There is nothing here but silence.
Trees just stand, awaiting nighttime.
Dust and bones discarded lie here.
Look around, the soul is listless.
There is nothing here but silence.

– a pentastich of indeterminate tetrameter.

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