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Nov 2013
Talking to the Dead
at my fellow Pisces grave
I cry, I cry, We joke, I smile.
I wipe my tears and look to the
SKY and Feel the Pain in the Rain
Falling down into my eyes,
like the night you returned the Source.
As they pulled the plug I was on my back porch.
Your Storm lasted for days
weeks up ahead like a reminder from the Almighty,
from the Dead.
I Held Your Hand just the day Before you squeezed and reacted showing
Brain Activity making the Same face you did when we connected
through Telepathy.
My fellow Piscean, My fellow Savior
two of us was an anomaly in the situation.

We Knew we were different.
We Knew we were here for a reason.  
We even knew the last time I would see you Breathing.

Mentally, Spiritually, Psychologically Pisces We Believe and possess
Powerful being abilities, Intuitively using Intuition Unknowingly yet,
Surprisingly Accurate though sometimes We Wish to be Inaccurate
even the Ability of Time Traveling
couldn't stop civilization from Unraveling
as current generations continue Babbling
the world will suddenly change dramatically.
Sean Antonio Tyson
Written by
Sean Antonio Tyson  28/Land of the free
(28/Land of the free)   
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