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A white sheet is lifted.
The man identifies the cadaver;
his only son, young and promising,
lying pale there- taker of his own life.

The father's will left spiraling away.
His life becomes a smog of anguish.

Collapsing into outstretched arms.
Carried out by his brother.
Insisting life's worth living.
They set sail to clear the mind.

An ominous silence of contemplation
shrouds the berth of the drifting vessel.

The sun burns in the sky above him
Like a portal into the beyond.
It calls out to him distorted
from the other side.
A naked dive into the sea-
treading water 'til his body folds.
A lifeless expanse. Drowning.
Darkness unfamiliar and cold.

He can no longer hear the sun.
Inescapable realm of isolation

drifts him to disillusion.

Sinking down into the abyss,
his son's voice now a distant echo.
He focuses on the susurration;
a vision manifests from the black.

The great mountain
looms before him.
Voices descend
down off its slopes.

The sun burns in the sky above him
like a portal into the beyond.
It calls out to him distorted
from the other side.
Convulsing lungs filled with the sea,
carried deeper to the blackest reach.
The voice beloved; final remnant.
Joined hands paint a fatal portrait.

Blinded and swallowed by the sun.
The time has come to accept the invitation.

"I am watching over Hunahpu"

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