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Are we all awaiting?

Are we all but existing?

Separate the heavens

Freely from the underground

And in this undertaking

The body discontinues moving

Hands that once were shaking

Fall neatly by their sides

Cleansed body, death’s formation

Brings forth this levitation

Absent body, now hanging

Where death has knocked before

In air there is no capture

No suit to hold an owner

No noose, just mind

And no intention to descend

A shovel digs a hole

In the earth remaining souls

Of those who wait in this limbo

For an afterlife

Raise me up