"The Wake"
How celebratory,
in glory, I see whiten teethes with depressed smiles.
It's only the transitional phase from life to the grave and back to new life.
Tears of joy spew tears of dismay.
The sun shines bright through the gray clouds,
greeting me with wake within a wake.
How cyclic.
My gift to nature's call shall soon return to it's imprinted nature.
I will rise beyond all concrete objects.
Such a sight,
soon to transcend beyond the race of light.
Soon to be imbued in renewal.
I wake from a wake.
God has my soul for keepsake.
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