poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Adios Madre - Epilogue
Long you tarried Mother and postponed, your reunion with the Father. He waited, who sits enthroned in Heavens above, till no further could He wait, and thither to his side He summoned finally your loving face to see. We are thankful Father Great for the privilege you have granted us in prolonging this fateful date that we could love her and be jealous of her affection desirous and zealous. Our gratitude Lord, for the brief chance to know her, for her laughter, for the dance. Madrecita linda, we leave you now alongside beloved parents His kingdom to await, your vow in life, in heart and in your preachments. For us who remain and yet breathe, there is no choice: continue we must, to carefully twist, lovingly wreathe lyf's filaments, until to dust we ourselves return and neither lust nor passions deep, nor roaring thunder our beating hearts shake any longer. Sleep now mama, our love and sunshine, and may your peace be kept by spirits divine. We loved you always and faithfully as we will for what remains of eternity.
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