Saturday, September 14, 2013


Those who dream of rebirth have to go through many rites of passage.

Ghosts will float by
Like chalk squeaking over black board.
Leaving sandpaper trails all over the insides.

Be silent
Light the tear which doesn't know to fall down or evaporate.
The wind will guide through tornadoes
Sea will swim with you in floods
And the mountains will keep company while falling.
Don't be afraid of the dues to the dead.
They can wait patiently.
They have all the time in the world.

Being alive is the briefest moment 

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