.And as they say, grief is only able to possess.
The rotting body clad in ancient clothes
Is left behind with a wave of the hand.
I have gone away. The bed is cold and empty.
Trees bend their boughs toward the earth.
And nighttime birds float as black faces.
It was the hand reaching.
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