Corporeal Illusion
Laughter rises to the heavens,
luring your spirit back through the
veil of death.
Insubstantial as gossamer,
tangible as flesh.
Sorrow enchants my eyes.
Your back bridges the height gap
as I walk behind your brothers,
my sons.
I reach out to grab you,
hold you,
keep you from leaving.
And then—
You disappear again.
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