I heard a Fly buzz--when I died-- 
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air-- 
Between the Heaves of Storm--

The Eyes around--had wrung them dry-- 
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset--when the King
Be witnessed--in the Room-- 

I willed my Keepsakes--Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable--and then it was
There interposed a Fly-- 

With Blue--uncertain stumbling Buzz-- 
Between the light--and me-- 
And then the Windows failed--and then
I could not see to see--

---Emily Dickinson

465

I made a Nodeshell—when I died—
The Laughter brought my Gasps
'Twas like the Vapours in the Air—
Between these Cheeks of arse—

The Sighs aside—had brung them nigh—
And Gods were gathering sure
For that last Nodeshell—when wharfinger
Be so piss'd—in his Power—

I shed my Autonodes—nuked away—
What portion of XP
Was made reversible—and then it was—
There interposed some Bones

With True and certain stoney Buzz
Between Nodegel—and me—
And then my Login failed—and then
I could not node you see—

1896
with apologies to Emily Dickinson and everyone else, basically.
originally noded on August 11, 2005 but later deleted.

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