You disappeared behind a curtain of light.
Vestigial flesh drifts like the tatters
Of a flag behind the wall.
The bricks and bones held by the mortar of the mind,
Lightning flaring up into the sky.
I can see within myself in the dark hollows of the soul,
You sitting with the seraphim wingless in an azure glade
Of palatial clouds drifting laughter
As you dream of the hereafter,
The place between the eyes
And where my heart resides.

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