death in the family
it doesn’t take much
to flip on the switch
and drop down deep
into a chasm
of a distant memory
self-prescribed doses
of self-hypnosis
transports the mind
toward understanding
ancestral realities
old candles aflame
from wishful thinking
exposes wormholes
of new dimensions
leading to affinity
april two thousand thirteen
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First stanza did me in – tomorrow my dad will be gone from us 19 years – too young – too long ago. K
I’m sorry to hear this, Kathleen. Peace be with you and your family.