Walk Slowly At My Burial Comments

Lol I could dream of this poem in many ways, thank you for giving me such freedom! Even when being dead we would stop everything only to observe the works of nature; or would the moth it be a teacher saying that everything goes on and off? Or I could go back to the start of the poem and dream of a different burial, mine. Maybe you have written this with fear in mind but for me is an exciting poem helping me to think search and feel my way out of that fearfilled box. Thank you!

hmmm... scary a bit. a word for us all

a melancholic write with beautiful metaphore.