the spirit world says hey, straight to that strange soul of yours
Death and kindness show up, holding hands, laughing
eyes watching, happy light
accepting, smiling, the kind that just
when it sees you,
no matter the dirt and feces that cover you.
They see me and laugh, happy, unconcerned
content, awake, waiting.
they know me and wait
for me to return to their warm touch, their bed, their home, their life
they stand at my door and wait for me, patiently, peacefully, but waiting nonetheless
my hands rest on the handle, cold and damp
the breeze blows in and out of our home, softwarm, dark
we look up and breathe, starlight streaming in
know that we are not alone.
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