When the bugle sounds
and leaves abandon trees
and the passage of time
traipse beyond finite reality,
REJOICE. Possibly,the barrier
separating life from death
is not so bad, but a blessing
in disguise.
You have hurtled this illusive sphere
of physical nakedness, shape and form,
where judgmental shadows
do a danse macabre in the background on
phantasmagorical spider webs.
Your wholeness and knowledge remain
in unknowable and undeniable dimensions
free of weighty and backlash baggage
amassed over time by thoughts and deeds.
You are alive forevermore
in the system of my pulsations,
vibrations and inhalations.
our destiny is renewed and begins
because a pow wow never ends.
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