Journey

We better collect all the stuff for  final journey ,secular or otherwise,in a dark tunnel if you please,in a kissing dark,just like how our ballsy thing began in sticky green waters.

Virgil keeps his Stygian vigil where sinners would bob up once in a while in a torment.The souls have feeling skins. We have thought of old man Dante for our eschatology.

The body is gone for a smoke while its bird keeps fluttering near the fan, in smoke swirls,on the top of cigarette smoke.

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