the undead
who are us, don't understand
what lies
below
the surface.
some think it's upwards.
in the clouds.
but maybe it's nearer
than that.
heaven being just a kiss.
a moment underfoot.
ice cream.
kindness.
your mother's stew.
we make too much of what
death might
bring or not bring.
we take too little time
on what's
the right thing
to do here.
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