No terror seeds
in my soul. The gentle
dust of my mother remains
all around me. Her old comforts
snuggle away any regrets
until our heavens meet. Not soon,
but soon enough I will remain with you.
Why will I decay in the crypt
when only smoke can rise to joy?
That cloudy mass that rises from burning,
burns tears beyond the wear of silk
and refines them beyond crib clouds
and all my earlier abodes.
I let my memory carve
your bruises to ivory.
All your terrors disperse
in my coming smoke.
I am sheltered from death.
Sheltered, I Am Now
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I don’t know. It makes me think of OppenheimerLoading…