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Spirit shadows linger in windows

A green notebook full of random scratchings lies upon a desk

Lukewarm coffee sits in a red ceramic mug

He is sipping the day away

Tick Tock

8 o’clock

Readying oneself to go out into the crazed world

Hippies with hangovers

Brutes in suits

Ripping apart what the world gave them

A yellow letter crumpled in the corner

The moldy oranges of God dangle from an astral chandelier

And the spaceship full of monkeys

Readies itself to land on planet Nesticles Zebra 5

While down on Earth

There was an elegant funeral

On the wrong side of the tracks

A young woman was laid to rest

And those gathered there wept

And as I sat there in the back

I held a red carnation and looked at the stained glass

Through somber sunglasses I saw

Scenes of Bible folk playing in the sun

The monsignor swung the thurible over the casket

Wise men concoctions of frankincense and myrrh

That smell of funeral incense is unforgettable

Smoky and resinous

Her soul ascends with the gray swirl

To space and beyond

To inherit the moons and the planets

To die and die again

Sweet universal ashes

Scattered among the stars