today an old woman passed away in her sleep

as the world arranges for the Carnival

nothing normal anymore

not today–not in what it commissions

today you are your opposite

and in death you are alive…

she was an old woman, but today she is young

she is new, not old

a child in the next world, and not a great-grandmother in this one

no more pain, no more sorrow

her body not at war, but at peace

she is spirit now, not flesh…

today in old woman passed away in her sleep

a day misruled in juxtaposition…

and I will mourn as I rejoice

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