Soul music

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Dead men lie the same

Silence is their game.

Their sleeping is a metaphor

For a  life lived w'out shame.

Memorials of stone,

Such a public display

The soul's on its way.

A soul set to roam,

A long goodbye.

Metempsychosis,

The transmigration of souls,

The Hindus' voyage of dharma

The Greeks crossing the Lethe.

Reincarnated endangered species

With  souls free to range over space-time

Reborn to deliver resurrection

Through a stranger's overtones as:

Undercurrents pull me tight

And I begin to put out the light. 

 

 

 

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