The Ultimate, Unsolvable Puzzle

by Mary E. Lowd

Death is a puzzle
My mind wants to wrestle
Until all the pieces fall into place
And I’m no longer scared
—petrified, horrified, frozen—
By the idea of less than darkness
Not even a quantum trace
(Just barely enough
To signify to the world:
You are observed)
Not even that

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