Famous Last Words
I figured it out-
the other day,
brewing tea:
the steaming mug
a final expression
of the herbs there,
seemed a matter of
life & death given
its beginnings and
its end and
nature stands
before us like
a great truth
we, too,
return to
our origin
fruit to seed.
I am told, in a dream
by a man with a gun:

‘reach the end
without getting shot
and you will be free’
and I believed
that man, as I
wrote down
my first &
last words.
Matthew Raphaelson
Junior, Creative Writing
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