The point is to live so widely that
something more is left behind
than tiny paper cups on your bedside table;
laugh so fully the hospital linens
get up from where they cover you
and stagger away in fits of giggles;
and love so thickly the whole staff
comes running when you code
to applaud and wipe their tears.
The point is not to leave a hole
when you pass, but an entrance
for others to walk through.
Dark Matter 
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