we are all film directors
making huge expressive
one-shot biopics
each ends in death
we are all artists
co-creating daily works
of brutal reality
irony free
we are all magicians
some know it, some don't
all still chant
the One Big Spell that traps us
we are all priests
blessing each moment
with well chosen curses
and foolish confessions
we are all One
in our failure to recognise each other
to open the gates
where love flows free
we are all liars
tricky to the last
may our better nature
turn out the best trickster
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we are all ghosts
our child minds
possessed by spirits
older than us
ignorant of being dead
lost and angry
in the long, dark
nightmare
of so-called
"rebirth"
there are no gods
nor demons
just loosely gathered
convocations
of souls
who cannot find their way
back to homes
that no longer exist
and families
who would not recognise
these new young bodies
even if they did
Sing The Sun by Wayne Myers