Back To the Source
Tears are shed
blood drips
they mix, poured from living
flesh and sweat
traveling together, back to the source
he wasn't known by many
taking a nap in the back seat
friend in total control
a crash, carried him
wings on high
glass, metal, road
he traveled from one sleep to
another
we stand united
a mob of living
praying
mourning
for the living dead
I say living because he livees on
for religious:
His soul has passed on, flying
onto a place beyond the stars
his memory continues on
in all of us
for the skeptic:
his body will live on
cells, energy, will continue
going to back to its poetic source
he did us all a favor
reminded about life
we think so much about
temporary, not permanent
at any time, we can END
cross over that finish line
hit that ball
make the last touchdown
sink that sub.
In the shower, crossing the
street, or simply taking a
nap in the back, as your friend
drives you.
All these can bring us to a
sudden, abrupt end
bringing us back to the source.
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