Released from the tether, anchored to this flesh, this weight of bone. A visceral vessel that has carried me well through my days, meeting its end. The beauty of its vasculature as it flowed like rivers, keeping me afloat upon the blessed stream, so my eyes could dream. Bearing witness to the light reflecting off the lovely surfaces, I will miss them all. As I am refracted through the lens of my watering eye. In spring I will meet them again. It has been my duty and honor to serve with thee, as the sword passes through the wound.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Yoshitoshi Tsukioka (Taiso), Seppuka Last Letter