Welcome
Enter the spirit world
if you dare
It’s a conscious world
where thoughts are clear
To have and hold
becomes past tense
One’s neither warm nor cold
nor sits on the fence
Automobiles mothballed
Money? What money?
No party friends to call
when it’s sunny
Body departed
To touch is out of question
Territory uncharted
A sterile situation
Why weep dry tears
and have an aching heart
Functions of past days
now covered in the dark