I saw you once,
before the ignition began.
Your works shall remain,
but no reunion will commemorate
what really came from
the real thing.
I heard the vibrations
(felt them, really),
as heart and soul was
delivered together.
Delivered...
for the amazement of all.
A final fire shows,
after a decade that led to goodbye,
and all I can claim to
is a five second salute.
As the time comes,
we all say our farewells.
But even now,
the meanings made
grow stronger
as the flames die.
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"It's not a funeral, people,
it's a fucking celebration!"
-George Pettit
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