P.T. MacWilliam

(Devon, UK)

Beyond

My days are done, what is to be,
The future that is unknown to me.
In deepest thought I ponder long,
with hope, with fear, I may be wrong.

My ectoplasm departs from me,
Into the other what shall I see.
On a mission, I know not where,
Will I know when I am there.

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