- Rachel Wiley
There are deaths that merely cease
There are deaths that merely cease
a life, and there are deaths that change
the whole shape and cloth of living.
I wonder was the word genius easy to wear;
it would have to be, right? So many
people throwing it over your shoulders.
But you knew it is better to be naked &
those shoulders of yours smoldered molten
as you guitared, the way u sing, everything
you held in your hands given exact magic
you wanted it to become. Your mystery? Magic.
Every instrument quicksilver blessed;
how your throat caressed every sexy part;
your heart was orchestra, your vision rocked
in every purple shade of praise and fire.
The first time I heard your music, I didn’t
know what to fall in love with first, I was
too busy shedding tight hetero-normal,
and dancing like a Kinsey 3. I don’t know
there’s another artist that was something
to everybody and everybody got something
My friend said your passing should redefine
the afterlife, and now, when someone we love
dies, we should say “Rest with Prince, bc…
Prince.” I agree. We can say “Dearly beloved”
we can say “Electric Word: Life” we can say
“They’ve gone to a better place, a place
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