The dead

The dead
Are like fallen trees
Old memories
A thousand leaves
That used to filter the sun

Etched in the hearts of souls
Who drank from the bowls
Of laughter and song

The dead
Are like water
We used to drink
Bathe in
Play in
Now gone somewhere
In our atmosphere

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Open

Yawn
Scraping off the crud of sleep
Heart punching through my dreams
Focus blinding
Sunshine, brilliant minded
The universe exploding
Conscious climbing

Awake
Body snatched
From the sucking mud
Of watered graves
Thoughts swimming to the surface
Desperate to fly
The prayers of slaves

The breeze
A thousand whispers
Angel sighs
Dead weight lost to lullabies

Jump
To catch my breath
Above the rest
And pass the test
Of nothingness

Pressing seeds
In the memories of the fallen
Vines crawling out of my ears
Past, present, and future tears
Tattooing my tongue
With the melodies of life
Singing being
Through my smiling eyes

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