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You won't weep for me as I would not hear your cries Bury not the dead It's part of you that has passed You bury yourself instead 'keeper 050613 / 1000

There will be Time to Mourn After the Party’s Done Entranced by our Shadows ever-turning trying to catch The Source flickering bright Illuminating yellow daisies a shaft of clear light amid white blossoms audible puzzle of carpenter bees guarding doors with their bravado and false menace How absurd he says to think the Heavens are bound by the arc of brow and skull When the Work is over let us rest with celebration Amrita drunk from a venerable ancestor cup laudable and agreeable as anything fully done Let no-one compose epitaphs we remain unnamed seekers The party in the tomb should burst forth with fire and fury laughter and abundance Mourners dancing naked at their discretion succumbing to flirtation giving voice to primal Denial screaming Yes and again Yes Let them Wake astonished to be alive Let the busy party of rot and rebirth riot in its quiet harmonious pandemonium and ignore the well used corpses Building instead a funeral pyre For All Regrets and sing drunken songs by the crackling darkness blending fire and deny by example original sins Amen.