Despite the last rites to your pith,
My vigil silvers into white,
For death immures so rad a myth,
Your presence lingers, fresh and bright.
And who am I to stipulate
a tail end to those friends who die?
Only their bodies dissipate,
Evincing angels in the sky.
Addah Monoceros.
(To my cherished and recently deceased friend M).
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