Edgar Now!

Remember that departed soul and where have they gone?
If I feel her breathe through my own body, won't she feel me too?

Indeed it is true.
What a mockery. How death is a mockery.

Upon death, the breath dissolves into the mind and the mind returns to latent form
Yesterdays form behind the trick of Time.
A body is gone, but not the deepest mind.

She has breath, breathing once again in a body.
I hear her breathing, looking out from a body.

She's moving in the city of deep sleep.
Everything, all goes there.