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Spiritualist Dance

Knowing death will come Does not assuage its pain, Knowing life is done Does not erase the same. Certain gaps remain Defined by breathless air, Whiffs of the cremain Lingering, longing there. Come upon by chance "A goose stepped on my grave," Did its holy dance Unseen but by the brave. Knowing in advance Does not negate the grave, Spirit has its prance The life it after craves.

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