The thin veil parts a little sometimes and you no longer can be so sure which side you inhabit a kind of little half dead half alive I imagine entering death will be something quite similar
We all live within the little deaths a day brings death to ourselves, our thoughts, our beliefs our pettiness, our inhumanity and hopefully with time we will have died to ourselves completely.
we can grieve for each other a personal bereft with each sister n brother the trap of money or fame or both mixed together Brother I love you and Sister too even though I see the shank glistening with red in your hand Hiding a dream of Green Dollars.