There is a barrier between us
and the dead;
not even physics can explain
where they move
but they do move
through a light source
of their own.
You can see them now and then
but only from the corners
of your eyes before they vanish
in a sudden flash
like when a light bulb fails.
It can make your heart thrash.
They are good listeners.
That's all they do
because the next world
can't get through a barrier
not even physics can explain
and atheists disdain
and the faithful sustain.
A soul steps from worn out armor
into the immaterial home
and no one alive can be that happy.
There is a barrier between us
but they want for nothing.
They wait for their own happiness
to grow.
And they will greet us, their dearly beloveds.
There is a barrier between us
but they do not forget us.
Eternal without amnesia.
Old death and young life entwined
at once.
Every moment a first moment.
The best. It's yet to come.
Believe it.
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