I took the door not meant for me.
You laughed and offered me a chair.
I sought only advice.
You laughed and gave gifts.
I told you what I wanted.
You laughed and gave me what I needed.
“In three months time, what needs to be done will be done.
But you must do your part in this as well.
Let what dies, stay dead. And tend to what lives.”
I did not understand your words then.
Though awake, I still walked as if sleep.
But now three months later, I see with open eyes.
Rum and cigars I promised you.
Rum and cigars no matter how my eyes itch.
Sit with me this night, my last audacious request of you.
The rum is poured before you.
The cigar is lit and smells intensely.
Let those that were called to witness see, rum and cigars no matter how my eyes itch.
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Quite the liminal experience.
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