Hinder not those whom rests
For they are at peace
In solitude they await
Their reincarnation
Not as the being they yearn to be
But as the one they will be born as
Silence deepens as the long wait rages on
Their vision blur like murky waters
Their memories fade
Their beings corrupt
Everything is flipped and tossed
As they are being recycled
Renewed
Revamped
Restored
Re-assembled
Into a whole new being
The soul intact
Yet the slate wiped clean
Much like forgiveness
But unlike forgetfulness
Their souls still seek out their purpose
Their mates
They still hold reference
Although wiped clean
This emerges through
Talents
Skills
Wisdom
Knowledge
Actions
That u have
But can't explain how you've obtained it
So u say
You are blessed ...
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