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Cadenza
at night
he struggles to sleep
wonders what it’s like
darkness of nothing
absence of light
never to awaken
is it like a black fire
or some pearly radiance
where souls
bump each other
like molecules of light
in a cathedral?
so many friends
parents, spouses
out there
singing their throats out
in excelsis
or simple, sorrowful
silence and darkness
like before everything
started moving?
and he wonders again
why nobody ever comes back
to tell him
until the birds start
their crazy singing
oh boy, it’s morning again!
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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