Watching a childhood friend die
The one you first met as a new infant
All the memories of your personal Guru
Wash over your entire perception
Everything that ever changed
Becomes connected within the network
Of roots beneath your present feet
And the monarch butterflies covering
All the trees of your past lives
It is one what was once many and unknown
Too difficult to capture at once
Is a purple wash with orange pulsations
In the tune of the heartbeat
Of a sunburst behind your eyelids
Hot from tears of a sticky reminder
We are all mortal once each instance
Returning to the oak reborn
Haunting our lovers’ dreams
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