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kneeling at the cemetary

Posted to Action Poetry




i see you kneeling
before a grave at
the cemetary, fixing
a bouquet of flowers,
fussing over the earth
beneath which lies
the shell of the person
you've come to remember,
dear friend he/she is
not there, you honor
memory not through
the worship of decayed
skin & bones, but
within the transparent
vapors where energy
snaps & whispers the
beautiful communication,
what you can't see, perpetuates
eternal soul grooves like
loud music blasting from
pantomine speakers, the
hum of the unity free

-- markk