A Dream of Moving through the Veil of Death
It's nothing extraordinaryAnd nothing beyond loves corridor
To stretch out before the gauze covered
Window of the dying soul
As it is flooded with night as thickly dark as molasses
And to feel the stirring down to your weary bones
That is the removal of life's fragile anchoring.
It is a vision written for every living soul
And for every eye gently laid open
Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-20 at 16:31
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