It was perfect weather for a funeral

the sky above swollen, gray

heavy with a rain that might not fall

until the mourners disband and walk to their cars

returning to a world the dead have forgotten

Nothing but a dream quickly fading

replaced by new visions strange and familiar

atop dunes of a shifting desert beneath a sun eclipsed

walking lines through perpetual shadow

drawn by stone-eyed deities

with hands outstretched and beckoning

away through stars no more than candles flickering

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Cannot believe it’s been four years. Feels like decades have passed.

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