the dead understand not the time
nor do they understand the life
that was left behind... they are
transformed from one form to
another and as spirts live in a
non-existent world of make-
believe that is only reserved for
children... they are without
form and without shape, they
are without thoughts and they
are without memories as they
scoot across the universe on
energy strings that take them
into alternate dimensions where
life to them is real and sanctified,
they are witness to the beginning
and to the beginning's end as
float between currents like the
dust particles they have become,
hidden the superficial cells that
are cast off by the body each day,
they are in constant communion
with their last thoughts and wishes
flashing quickly before their eyes.
November 4, 2023
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