Mileage
There's a room where the
dead are sent.....
a room between heaven
and anarchy.
the room assigned to the living
has a higher power known as the
"SELECTOR"
The Selector assigns those who have died
to a room that connects them to one single
living person.
it's the experience and wisdom of the dead which are
assigned to us.
they are told to view our lives
our words
our movements.
They are our coughs sneezes,we are unable to yawn.
the day dream the long afternoon sleep
the feeling that you have been there before.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2010
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