Touched by an air of blessed mourning, quietly stirring
within a vacuum of peaceful unrest.
Fulfilling a lifetime of energetic remission, softly
talking on another plain above reason.
Searching for so many answers, wasting precious time
while being filled with emptiness time and again.
Funeral sorrow, yet partaking of every opportunity to
become a person whole and pure.
Standing away from edges of immortality, watching
through tears of infinity, latently flowing with
ebb tides, strongly pulling curtains of reality into
many horizons.
Lightened by scopes of wayward images, walking daily
into streams of unrelated endeavors, and stranded by
human unkindness.
Coffins testimonially reflecting all of life on earth.
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Very powerful! The biggest blessings are contained in gifts of thick wrapping paper