Eulogy

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In the ours after dreams

Sifting through the flotsam of

My slow receding mind

I speak to you

Or ghosts of you

I carry behind my eyes

And practice how I'll say it

What words will fit you best

When I am gone to join the wind

And you to hold the rest

I wish to leave with you some truth

Some tidy wisdom from the act

But I know that all Ill leave you is the silent, bloody fact

The truth is bloody living and I have forfeit breath and bone

And my final words will only be

The silence and the stone

Grief is a love letter

Written over

And over

With nowhere to send it

Roots burrowing below

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