Tuesday, November 17, 2015

7454. HOW THE GUY WHO'S DEAD LOOKS AT LIFE

HOW THE GUY WHO'S 
DEAD LOOKS AT LIFE
Twenty minutes ago I was sleeping.
Now I'm dead instead. I don't think I
ever awoke this morning  -  such a strange
sensation in this vague new nation. I did
see a figure walking so slowly by me, he's
peering intently inside my face. There's a
marker in his one hand, and the other, which
he keeps moving, he seems by that moving to
keep expanding space with. As if 'we need
some room, some more place to grow.' Not
really given a choice, I have to go along.

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