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| The Bone Ghoul |
There’s a moment between all
this—
Where behind
in the dark
The bone
ghoul waits, or the oarsman waits!
Or perhaps
both…
As do two
sanctified seraphim’s!
Letting go of
the soul, from the body
Is what it’s
called…!
So it can go,
to heaven or hell—
Or perhaps
some other place?
But there they
all wait.
Then again
there is this moment when neither
Your shadow
rises nor falls,
A blank,
black period
Where you can
neither whisper nor
Weep, yell or
call!—
Nor claw your
way out of this
Bubble like enclosure!
Within this
moment, you are out of range
Of the living
and the dead.
I do not know
what to call it,
But I’ve been
there! Perhaps you have.
Let’s give it
a name ‘A Dark Summer!’
Death before
death, or dying:
This is a place
where the heart,
Mind and soul
exist in, but are spent—
Unknowingly,
unaware I do believe,
One is ebbing
into a transformation
During this
odyssey! Or just waiting!
Perhaps being
weight and balance…!
I was there,
but I returned.
In that
bubble of death…where
You are able
to look down, gaze.
You can
think, but not speak.
It is like a
dark summer—as if you are
Stepping out
of a dream—if, and only if
You are allowed
to step out, that is.
When you
first find yourself in this place
It is as if
someone is contemplating
(there’s a
pulse somewhere, but where
you don’t
know…)
Your next
move, is there move
And when you
do move, they already have.
Upon your return,
you wonder what
Just has taken
place? Some puzzlement!
But you know,
you really do,
You know it
wasn’t sleep or a dream:
No matter
what the head doctor says!
No: 3894 (5-1-2013)
