Kelly Sweet Poems

I hear the call of sacred words
And I am listening
They whisper like an ancient wind
Where are you going?
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I understand now
This is life
There is no sudden burst of realization
Rather, once you are born, you are
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Perhaps I should not let my mind
Wander to such far away places
Does my memory change the past?
Do sparks become fires? Do ghosts now have faces?
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Death.
She teeters on the edge of you. And I am left to watch her fall.
She plays with bending over and stretching her arms toward your empty unknown vacuum and I cannot pull her back.
I cannot make her stay. I must stand 50 feet away, and watch.
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