i shout
for the obscured figure
to leave me
alone
it releases me at once
for reasons i cannot explain
i look
and i see it
it is a shadow
yet, it is here
standing before me
just like i am
on its own two
golden feet
in a realm where the dead come to lie
maybe
we are not so different after all
he reminds me of something
someone
his shoulders are shaped
like the ones of the man who took me in
years ago
when i was still naïve
when the world had yet
to create me
who i am today
does it matter
at the end?
who i was
yesterday
as long
as i keep
walking forward?
a body of water
is whispering secrets
for my ears only
there is a way out
and a way in
and a way in
inside a way out
it tells me
the shadow holds out his hand
as if pleading
as if begging
…what a pitiful sight
atop grass that is much too perfect
i leave this heavenly plight
i do not pass the gates
where all the good ones reside
you have given me a choice
and i choose
always
to be born again
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