I died that day
not just a little bit
but completely
The residue of my death is still wandering
these desolate grounds
dust on the road is his equal
they dance and swirl together
and then

I look at him go and I wonder
did I truly die that day
or was it a dream
Maybe no one died that day
maybe I’m still here
swirling on the road
while the desert around me blooms
in colors I’ve never seen

A dead man is dancing
and I cannot explain
the tears in my eyes

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