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About the Dead

pink granite headstones white cross above resting bones down with Davy Jones ashes thrown to the four winds places death’s journey begins where their spirit is under massive pyramids led by Osiris not toward the Pearly Gates where just Saint Peter awaits stored in a grotto angels singing vibrato chanting staccato entombed under earthen mounds where their artifacts are found still and decaying all said to be awaiting the Second Coming coffins into the ground thrust the next stage in dust to dust

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Date: 1/7/2022 1:43:00 PM
Enough Dust NG and new stars are born, entropy is inexorable I agree, but only in a linear cosmos, this one is filled with a dark energy that’s beyond mind bending, I’m really not searching for hope just answers, and so long as they remain outstanding, I cannot make the final call, very enjoyable tankas, cheers David
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