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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