Dreaming the Dead
Last night i dreamt
Of being around a dead Charlie Kirk
Strategizing with a small group of guys.
I was just there, like at the next table over,
And got the feeling that while it was clear
Charlie was dead, his advisors/friends weren’t.
It was fascinating to hear them talk of his death,
Its impact and the way forward.
The vibe was upbeat
Energetic and inspired
As I imagine it was when he was alive,
At least alive on Earth in the body he had.
I was just a fly on the wall,
But it was cool to see
The show must go on
And on indeed it does.
(9/20/25)
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