Early tonight
Goya’s ghost
Subtly fought his way
Past my defenses
And gently kissed me
For a moment only
I could believe
In who I am
In who I will become
Past all doubts and fears
Beyond all practical expectations
Then as quietly as he had come
He slipped away from the voice
That cradled me only moments ago
And beyond into the grave
Inviting me to remember
Daring to not forget
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