GONE IN THE MIST

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Gone in the mist.

Gone from this world.

Lost in a rainbow of colors.

Dead to us.

Alive for others.

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FOOTSTEPS AT THE DOOR

“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay

 

Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

Walking up the steps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

Is he standing outside the door,

Waiting for me to open it?

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I won’t become one of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE MOON FALLS

 

The moon goes 

through its phases.

Becoming smaller

each day.

Until it’s gone.

Leaving no trace

of its former self.

That is when The Dead

will come for us.

In the darkness.

In the coldness.

In the dark of night.

THE DEAD GAME

Good morning . . .When the sunlight hit the trees

Beautiful.

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“When the sunlight hit the trees,
all the beauty and wonder come together.
Soul unfolds its petals.
Flowering and fruiting of plants starts.
The birds song light up the spinal column
and harmonize the hippocampal functioning.”

~ Amit Ray (shared by Éva Patus)

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