All made ghosts by the presence of death in life showing thru the daily fabric. Then, a sudden laughing life-sized figure danced before my eyes with green fruiting cactus and bright flowers and birds rising from between its fleshless bones. Graced with colorful vitality, it haunts me with the fact that other lives may live my death in the act of being variously born.
Triumph rises in the living life that knows itself already sacrificed.