Tuesday, April 26, 2016

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It's all about doors, and if Jim were here, he would tell you about them and how they work. This is something I cannot describe, myself.

He waited until it was time and then he went through, you know. He transferred his spirit into another realm, metamorphosized into a new state of being. He's here, ya know. I feel him in the curl of my tongue against the roof of my mouth. That tingling sensation takes me back into his book of poetry and how I was too young to understand.

The words were so delicious and I might have uttered them aloud if not for kids from school that hated me.

He's coming again. I hear his black shroud whisper against the concrete of the city sidewalks. He's coming again. I can hear the leaves crackle beneath the bones of his feet. He's coming again. The waters slap the shore beneath a star filled sky. The moon sees him too.

I hear the earth move under my feet.
I'm on the outside, I'm looking in.

Every step you take, I hear you.

You have so much more to teach me.

I will go get Jim.

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