Death sets a thing to its significance
That was insufficient in life
The eye that hurried through
Goals, perished for its workmanship
We all work in crayon, and wool –
Industrious by passing necessity
As other creatures who have eyes
I see no other way, this world
Profits from the business of death
The distance of youth floods
Departs like the Grace departs
For each beloved hour, each beloved year
Death sets a thing to its significance
There are no tears that measure for the dead
Incognito, dust, how intricate the weeping dust!
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Wuji Seshat 
Thank you so much for sharing your work here on the blog. I enjoy it so much! May I link to it from my poetry blog “Baihu’s Haikus”? I also write a tarot blog, and the phrase “Death sets a thing to it’s significance” distills several paragraphs of a recent post to a sentence…may I quote you on http://www.modernoracletarot.com or at least direct readers here?
Thank you again.
Sure you can do whatever you please 🙂 I’m tempted to try to write more condensed work.
Thank you! I respect your work, and didn’t want to take liberties. Am looking forward to reading more! Your have real talent for condensed, potent language 😀
This was beautifully put. >KB
a very poignant look — great work
Thanks you write some really good Haiku btw!
Ahh please join us writing every day.