THE overtakelessness of those

THE overtakelessness of those
Who have accomplished Death,
Majestic is to me beyond
The majesties of Earth.
The soul her not at Home
Inscribes upon the flesh,
And takes her fair aerial gait
Beyond the hope of touch.

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