Let’s turn the lights off, dance like lovers,
we have no eyes, but they who watch
show us how to touch.
Let us be your voyeurs in the
living.
Our time to walk among the flesh, not wanting
to say our goodbyes, and yet some go mad
waiting in between…
Love ones call us, and their tears cannot remorse.
Sometimes we laugh and play tricks, sometimes
we kneel and be silent.
Conjuring us with candles and chants, how silly
they sit and look, so serious while we are just visiting.
Why are we not wanted when this is our life, our feet
touching the surface?
I feel lost, losing my voice.
3:00 a.m is almost over, and again I will
find myself here, here in this place, restlessly
wondering who invades my home, only wanting to
sleep.
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