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POEM: Spiritual World

Spiritual world 

BY DYLAN SKRILOFF

If there’s no spiritual world 

I don’t know what the point of this one is

I hope we meet again, all meet again

In the spiritual world

In the end, all time is compressed 

Accordion of images, memories 

Pushed in

Fusion, more powerful than fission

Our human heart opens like a mouth our whole life

And the breath of that is a breeze

More than a tease, but not a gale 

Even the most passionate glare 

or glory

only hints

At the roar 

At the hurricane

At the calm field 

In the middle 

 

We are prepared to shed skin 

Nothing makes sense until we do 

If there’s no spiritual world 

I don’t know what the point of this one is

I hope we meet again, all meet again

In the spiritual world

Dylan Skriloff is the editor of the Rockland County Times.  He wrote this poem on 7-27-16 in memory of Harry Waitzman.

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Harry Waitzman was the longest running contributor at the Rockland County Times having a poetry column for several decades. Harry Waitzman was a Clarkstown Judge and a veteran of World War 2. He will be fondly remembered.

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