the shoulders are the dampest,
soaked with exchanged comfort and bittersweet grief.
amidst the mourning there’s always the systematical process of the farewell –
the only way to guide us to the true end.
we do it with fire
to purify, to cleanse, to return to dust.
we kindle affections, relations, intentions,
and nurture a flame that always grows out of control,
leaving loss and lament to burn our hearts.
condolences blur into a soft hum,
nothing unites us in our differences but
sometimes it only takes the pathos of cremation to realize that
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC
the shoulders are the dampest,
soaked with exchanged comfort and bittersweet grief.
amidst the mourning there’s always the systematical process of the farewell –
the only way to guide us to the true end.
we do it with fire
to purify, to cleanse, to return to dust.
we kindle affections, relations, intentions,
and nurture a flame that always grows out of control,
leaving loss and lament to burn our hearts.
condolences blur into a soft hum,
nothing unites us in our differences but
sometimes it only takes the pathos of cremation to realize that
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
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