my resting place

I ground myself into the earth.


Hands flat on cotton sheet.

This spot from which

you left us.

I expect sacredness

to speak itself.

But this is just

a bed.

Never mind

you did something spectacular


I must find my rest.

And so I permeate

the air around me.

Sing my spirit


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