My father was
a salesman, all
of his adult
life. But I don’t
know much about
him, really.
Old and ill, he
fell into a coma
for many days.
Then, suddenly
his mouth opened,
round and wide,
like this world.
And without a
word, he died.
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2026 17:47
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Comments1
A most mind provoking poem that is enigmatic and a puzzle. Well done.
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