it
once
again
with
feeling
how
the
death
rattle
breathing
silenced
as
the
soul
was
leaving
the
deflation
of
our
dreaming
leaving
me
bereft
and
reeling
my
beloved
ghost
and
me
sitting
in
a
tree
.
D Y I N G
it
once
again
with
feeling
how
the
death
rattle
breathing
silenced
as
the
soul
was
leaving
the
deflation
of
our
dreaming
leaving
me
bereft
and
reeling
my
beloved
ghost
and
me
sitting
in
a
tree
.
D Y I N G