There is a never-ending highway.
A stream of light.
A river of souls.
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Spirits flow endlessly.
Without direction nor guidance,
Spirits flow endlessly.
Without direction nor guidance,
they float in eternal darkness;
mesmerized at the night's beauty.
mesmerized at the night's beauty.
Their light illuminated by the water of life.
Spirits of kin drift so close
they become one.
they become one.
Some are faster, some are slower.
The ebb and flow of life.
A lone spirit has no restraints.
Its movements erratic,
as it wanders from group to group.
Only to end up alone, drifting in a forsaken reality.
Some spirits are bright while others are dim.
The dim ones go unnoticed.
The bright ones blind my eyes.
I do not look at them.
At times, a soul spirit exits the highway.
It moves away from the others,
taking its small, dimming light with it.
A lone, white flame
burning out of existence....
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I watch the tiny lights flicker in the darkness.
I hear their cries.
I sense their pain,
I feel their loneliness.
I fall deep into their love.
I watch as they drift endlessly in the darkness.
I watch as they drift endlessly in the darkness.
