The alms dough

This Saturday we remember our past ones
We share our food and wine with strangers
To make sure that on that other world
Our mothers and fathers won’t be craving for light
We light candles to illuminate their path
We start little Big Bangs to create virtuals new universes for them
And sure this implies a lot of high temperatures to forge their souls
To strip them clean from any sin
To sublimate spirit from raw flash
Today my neighbor lady brought me donuts
Sprinkled with sugar and cinamon
I ate four
This Saturday all our deads sang hurray on their vanilla clouds

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