this house weighs heavy
like generations
its creaks making moans
telling old stories
spirits whisper in corners
dressed in cobwebs
their dusty shapes swirling
shifty shadows dance


bury me not – let me live
above these foundations
but when I die: take me in
deep to these catacombs


while my energy dances
let it be wild and free
but when my life passes
let me rest forever beneath

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