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And where are all the dreams kept, that we can't remember in the mornings? Are they locked up, somewhere, that we access at death? Or are they incinerated in the -
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The first time near death experience was in a hospital that was greyer than tombs but shinier than the morning star. You will never forget this, she said, carving out my belly,
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and so sang the last bird in the last tree of the last dawn where not one hankering for violence lingered, just that song, and then, the silence,
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But nothing is forgotten, nothing dies, and one only drinks from the eyes of grasshoppers.