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(A lone voice whispers)
Do you literally know all things
Live on hired time
Particularly us
Who once walked with wanderlust
From A to B
Through the universe's life-giving stardust
In metaphysical old invisible shoes
As our poor souls
Time and time around
Tried to renew
Into a better version of who they previously were
As it tries to atone
For all souls
I now know
Are like spiritual entrepreneurs
Playing the greatest of all games
With a full deck of cards
Before their own red stage curtain falls
And their sacred vision of the Yellow Blazing Sun
Which once rose over their lifes many crazy zoos
Turns pale blue
When all their eternal golden bells sing
As they are made to ring
After being ordained to summon them home
To wander and roam under this
Sheʾōl's great big silver judgmental dome
My advice to you is simply this
Do more with your time before your golden bells sings
For living
You will miss
As you wander lost like me
In this falling white snow which pens us in
For I'm now just another lonely victim marked to repent
By Sheʾōl's wet kiss
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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