Afterdeath

After I died I fell through the floor,

And down through a tunnel of open doors,

That hung off their hinges all splintered and dry

From the infinite souls that have passed them by.

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I spiral-drifted with the dust,

Through silky-soft black-satin-dusk,

My soul began to drift apart

Unheld together by the heart

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The inky-black is soft and warm

And here I can take any form

And like a snake by flute entranced

My silver dust begins to dance.

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The pieces of me glow and sway;

We ebb and swell and flow away;

We spark and whorl like high-kicked embers;

The pieces of me all remember:

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The taste of green-gold summer breeze;

To rise with wings, to fall with ease;

And now I’m a wreath, and now I’m a ring

Of laughing stardust, spiralling.

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I know if I stop, I know if I think

I’ll lose myself into black ink,

I’ll wasting-fade into the dusk

And leave behind nor light nor husk;

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So here in the night my dust will dance,

Until an end is reached, by chance;

Here in the night my dust will remember,

‘Til eternity swallows my final ember.