Self-hypnosis of death
my imaginary friend
dear companion for a bit of good advice and consolation
together
calmly
let’s step into the childhood world
your earliest memory
music?
birds?
sun?
look out the window of the past
this vintage postcard
secluded cabin on the bay set along the rugged coastline
with a towering mountain range touching the copper sky
patiently blind to our quiet presence remove yourself from the recollection of your current life
only the Cathedrals and us
holding hands with an abundance of shadows
somewhere on the lighter side of a coin
cast casually into the thin air
by the crazed Angels of Heavens
Yes
I want to live again
Let’s walk inside and get us a slice of bread
some lofty space for our morning songs
some honey and milk for our lips and heart
and all-time favorite
the solar eclipse on the familiar side of madness
where Nothing starts from the End
Everything from the Beginning
can you believe it?
to crawl out of my skin
for nothing
but the smell of suffocating dust
I am
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