dream’s older sister
Death is the mother of beauty,
The beginning index page, your art–
Unconsciousness.
Death is the stranger,
That man taking names–
A salesman, my friend.
Death is legal heir,
Imminent, certain–
Close.
Death is a dialog between
A way of life and the only certainty–
A dream, nothing but a moments rest.
Death is a constant companion,
Nothing at all, executed memory–
A silent poetic exploration.
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