Why is my mother here? My father too?
My little brother? Is this place my past?
And if it is, if this can all be true,
If somehow I am coming home at last
When I should be as far as can be from
The place this seems to be, why are my friends
All greeted by their families? Is this some
Strange afterlife, where everything that ends
On Earth is recreated here, whether
In mockery or homage? Or is it
Something more sinister: is this a lure?
Why is it that my brother chose to sit
Inside my room? The funeral of men
Was held, and we resumed our shapes again.
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