how are the dead alive they come
to us in dreams mixed unlimited
by who they had become or were
stuck with freely leaving us again
the pain is waking knowing they
are not in the brighter world nor
changing as we are ever more a
self promises that won't be kept
they live in us as long as we let
them go and celebrate as never
possible delights and struggle to
be worthy of their perfected love
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