lifted to the clouds

strains of loss
filter down to me from above
voices raised in lament
seek a sliver of celebration
amid the black of absence;
lost father, lost friend, lost son,
lost husband, lost loved one
i am beneath the dead
i am beneath the living
what comfort can i offer
save the incense of words
lifted to the clouds
and beyond

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