What is trance? Is it just zombie like? Or can illness, hyper activity be a form of trance? Transfixed, habitual, immovable -- Are we not all, in a deeper sense, in varying degrees, a trance of self?
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Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here—among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each white mausoleum, to inquire—
What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?
('Completing the Pattern' by Michael R. Burch)
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Transfixed upon a gilded moment, consternations’ fence is a high climb coming
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