Epilogue of Clementine
Life Actually
Rhapsody wrapped in beautiful tragedy
Causality of my own calamities
Clementine
Coal miners daughter
Got to close to the water, mesmerized by my own reflection
I got carried away
Hopefully one day
School children will sing songs of my demise disguised by
innocence
Death is so poetic when paired with the right melody
Sing the song of my transition in a key of transparency
Let them see me for what I really was
Am
Always will be
A girl who teeters near the fringes
Fear of falling is not a strong enough deterrent
The rumble of the current sounds like the ancestors speaking
in drums
The whispers of the waves call me to wade in the brine
The divine is not sublime here
It is in your face
Up close and personal invading personal space
Bold and thrilling
Fulfilling private prophecies
Weaving me into the tapestry of God’s property
I am not lost and gone forever
And I never will be
I am music
I am memory
I am mystery
I am free
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