Ideals and Identities

Essays, books, and conversations by Raymond Klassen

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For Mom, not a mom

I stand and look out, at the dark lake,
With the moon rising.
And the horse and buggy are coming back in,
From the past, in silence

Where things they don’t exist
And we’re all in this together, till the end

Where the pearly gates remain open
And welcome me home
By the time I came to Manitoba, I died
At the hands of the ghostly queen.

Where things they don’t exist
And we’re all in this together, till the end
Till the end, evermore

Should I ask you? For forgiveness?
And open my heart?
If I say these words, will you listen?
Or leave me here in the dark?

Where things they don’t exist
And we’re all in this together, till the end
Till the end.

* This poem is really a slight adaptation of a song by The Gorillaz, feat. Beck called “Possession Island” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaLu0CIyFe0)


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