samhain..celtic new year..
the veil is thin,
space is filled with our ancestors..
we lean into the other side..it leans back..
the moon lights up hidden faces ~
leaves rustle up the long past, trailing..
the threads, golden, luminous, dark..
weave the now into then and back again..
we carry our corpse with us 24/7
bowing to the bone,
the crack and cranny~
who lives?
who dies?
tell me - tell me..
then take my hand
and dance with me, baby!
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