On the sudden death of a beloved friend
It's all dreams
This Life, These Deaths
The Beloveds are removed
Put away to become memories
And these memories are Dreams
Of something, someone – a Cat!
Here no more
They assume residence
In our Memories
Which are to the Waken
Dreams, until we too
Are taken
Resurrected in the
Immaterial Memory
Insubstantial
Now vivid, now vague
A Hauntology of overlays
All we knew, which was only
A Dream, a Memory
The stuff of what we are
And what we are not
Dust sifting through a space
That closes
Then a body
Can sleep, will sleep
No dreams, no memories:
A privilege awaits
A great privilege
