the body scan wasn’t what made sense at the time
your long friend away in professional hands
his life more in danger with them than you
it’s so sunny dear
and i think you wish you were still in the beautiful oaks
all refracted mirroring currents
who gets the say in how we grieve?
unmoored and unmediated
you, moving backwards in black clothes and ashes before the life had even gone
system working exactly as planned
we never took your photo, your image is sacred and your own
to give or refuse
the graven image of the divine in you is sacrosanct
you were drawn
and if i cried easy i would now
im all black clad backwards in time too but i have this feeling
i adore how often i get that feeling and it is nothing but static and interference
old wires out of tune from the jump
i will attune with you soon
mere death
MERE death 