lit by a rare dream of sunshine
your presence emanates from the
neutral fading of awakening and remains...
now I recall the dream plainly
sun in clear blue sky
each figure walking on a flat vast surface
like a plaza bathed in sunlight
and a voice saying 'at death
you just walk through
some invisible door
and here you are still....'
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