I tried to contact,
A mystic,
And ask her to put me through,
Let me see the other side,
A different vision to tide,
Me over past this life and further,
Past all the weeping,
Gnashing of teeth,
And over the praise,
The clapping and embraces of forever,
To get me to that even edge,
Fine mirrored ledge to calm,
My aching nerves for a moment,
To sit and meditate,
Remembering Julia,
Who is over and done,
Like old hands,
Sliding over and under,
We will think,
Of each other so,
Much more than ourselves.
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