The Circle Complete by Keith Kitchen

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I awake bathed in light
Surrounded by family and friends.
Amazed, I marvel that death is a beginning,
Not simply an end.
Like a circle within a circle,
A wheel within a wheel,
There is a fine, blurry line
Separating what is not from what is real.
One dream fades into another,
Each similar, but not the same.
The rules! What are the rules?
Is this true life or is it a game?
Is life death? Is death life?
Each breath a cool, enticing treat.
I feel a touch on my shoulder,
God smiles at me.
The circle, now complete