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Maybe with funerals there's something  kinda  wrong How do you say goodbye to someone who has already gone? But that's not it eh maybe.  no it's how you commit someone to a memory. Transform perhaps that substantial presence to hold inside that ache and warm    We have funerals maybe  then to make someone a soul.... And so we hug and weep to recreate and press to heart  the quintessence  of  their whole

they are here who I breathe

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Monday will always come, maybe anoint our wishes; or disappoint our new beginnings, and thus clutched to its dawn so  unwanted, the fabric of our  past sinnings; Stretched to untangle us  from this fray of pasts,  from these darkened ends of a day's new start - and see and feel perhaps the dull bright thud of hope and hurt at the edges of our heart.

But never really speak

I keep a soul shrouded  I hide I shiver;  in the corners loom the edges of  a frost and  night. And while we grow,  while we keep ourselves alone perhaps and feel so much the rustle of things that otherwise hide - we are that more than this endless  inside that dance around us that only others, that love provides....

 to  look around And see the folk here are Oh fuck just so just so like  me

What whispers are those the Blue that grows, The orange that flecks To  the edge of A rainbow or storm? What hardness and soft Do we hide from our hearts yet cling to to  keep ourselves warm?

I close my eyes And I'm still there

The merriment of a raindrop-slide down the window pane, Flows to stream to  join others  between down to  move  through the soil and then a  dance to a green that grows to  a field  and a stretech to a dream....