The final showing
In high-speed rewind
A scrapbook of memories
On a beam of light
A lifetime in pictures
Gone in a moment
Flashed before your eyes
Like a spark in the night
When the curtain falls
The reel spins freely
Slapping the projector
As it winds to rest
The winged ushers
Converge in a spiral
Like a feathered funnel
Lifting souls from their nests
Rest now old body
Your work here is done
I see you are broken
And ravaged by time
Clear passage awaits me
Just past your perception
The spiraling staircase
Weightless spirits can climb
-Rondym Kiefe