some will dance in the afterlife
moved by tickled feet
and the green sway of ornamental grass
they will be featured on luminous stages
among a cast of shadows
and in their lightening moves
and in their gracious slumber
honey comb metronomes beat out a rhythm
while the swelling of the chorus booms
for i have seen these mystics
uncanny visions from across the mire
a coin for each eye
paid to conduct the ferryman
high atop the splintered mast
looking out across the multitude
as they form a great company
to bind and bellow
sliding across the somber stage
with dirty pink sashes
and wooden tipped shoes
spinning in a deathly ballet
oh sweet prima!
your pirouetting visage sublime
why have you left this world?
to enter a space divine
for i only asked of you a kiss
from red lips alive
but you chose to seek the darkness
to bear a new disguise
and to leave me standing breathless
peering across the great divide
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 5/21/12
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