speaking
in tongues inside tipple paper sounds at the exchange
do
not be afraid
of
a child-like innocence
wearing
a death mask
be
afraid, be very afraid
when
death itself
looks
like
your
innocence forgotten
and
sensitive
to
the needs
of
the curious child
in
every soul
the
burning yearn
that
lights us all
when
the veils thin
and
the divide between
mountain
and sky
is
a simple ambulatory wish
do
put candy in a bowl
and
love in a dish
and
spread seed
and
dried leaves
and
light candles
and
handle
the
torch
of
any flower
you
carry
as
hearts do
when purpose
comes to
bloom
to
have
to hold
beneath
its masks
of us young
and old
and we
again speak
to all those
who
have passed
that we do so miss
EJR
©
I love you Eddie.
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