sleep well, the parting dead man

 

we stood rightly still in the middle of a vast pasture.

sweet air filled our lungs. thousands of sheep grazed on

the crunchy summer grass, collecting memories of lost

dreams. morning birds flew through, singing bittersweet

melodies about the futile sacrifice we have done

 

back home

the grandfather clock stopped counting the time.

everything stayed still. unfazed, uninterrupted, flowing

motionlessly like a senile obelisk

 

watching the world goes by

 

"are you awake and aware?"

"or still deeply asleep?"

 

the parting dead man didn't make a sound. he had no

opinion on the subject matter, or any matter at all. he had

no reason to argue, had no desire to pursue.

 

he has been released from his will. and, for that, he was

blessed with the ultimate freedom. there was only one

thing left from him; an explanation. a humbling story

 

"are you deeply awake?"