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The silent forever has fallen again
The temple curtain torn
Death’s grief is a raging fire
That tears through our souls
Beautiful and terrifying
I can speak only in generalizations
Because this is not my loss
But I remember what happens
How the anguish takes hold
How reality melts like a painting in the sun
How moment to moment only a long wailing Why
And I will not speak of how it cleans us
But only of how loved ones linger to give comfort
In vivid technicolor dreams
Old soul sitting on the dock,
Wonders not how to stop the clock
And it’s always like Tick Tock Tick Fuckin Tock
It’s the verbage we choose and the mood set by sun
The water knows the answers, but answers none
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