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            There are many rivers where the souls yet drift. But this was an ocean. It was a hundred thousand twinkling rainbow fish sliding gracefully outward from the shore. Collision seemed a nonexistent concept, the gentle waves eased them slowly past each other. The sun rained on them, and they shined exultant- holy and unholy, all going toward the same place, the same pillar, to climb the rings and meet their new lives. The ethereal had been separated from the dying meat of the old tea paper and burning scrap metal. They no longer needed our wasteland. And while their meat rested on the land all around me, ribs open and innards glowing with new light of fake lives, they were resigned to peace.

But I won’t open. I have no key, and peace will never come to me. The collectors are coming for the meat now. Vultures and insects flying in tandem, opening their beaks and swallowing them up. After they have gone, I look at the keys and wonder if the red in me will look like theirs did.
            I wonder if I will ever follow.