Death is a residual part,

A grief in the present,

Over a grief of a friend

Or meditative trance

Knowing in another's destiny

The God's plan

The transience of a musk body

The hard coat over a heart

To spatter away in the earth

A tortoise

Those coaxial round and aging lines

Between the gap of

Life

What's written

Yet the hand caresses over it,

Coaxes to come out

And dwell.