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Because you died you cannot think
You got off easily.
We have much to resolve;
And I will find your spirit
Even if it has gone past this universe.

Now that I have your attention
We can begin. This business
Of flitting around my head
With faint perfume is not enough,
Nor is a vision out of the corner of an eye.

Such are sweet-sad alms for madness;
I refuse to be mad from titillation;
I refuse To close any doors
Because of accepted lies
About some final consummation.

You thought your energy was not allowed
Here, even when you looked inside
And saw the force that cannot age.
Even when you drew its face,
You put it in your jewelry box. 

You thought your energy not sufficient.
Even when it outdistanced your eyes;
And you spoke of death
As if compression in a box
Is all that could explode and shake the earth. 

And---when death made its huge demand,
I saw the startled look sealed in your gaze.
I knew you had been taken by surprise
And not by any lover
When the box opened and let you out. 

So haunt me with release
For I have much to learn.
Tell of the many mansions in the reach
Of that unstoppable fire that burns
Through all our sad and pretty locks.

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