As I sit here and write, a vision comes to me. It’s five past the hour, and twelve the hour be. The vision comes as so, please don’t ask me to explain, for in my realistic mind… I cannot say. The vision begins, as so many do, in the front of my house with my wife and children of two. A boy and a girl, their names are unknown but there hair is sandy and like their mother’s it glows. I stand at the edge of my property, as tall grass engulfs me.  My wife and children wave as to say “goodbye!” or “Hello!” I raise my arm and shout “Goodbye!” or “Hello!”… But as I’ve said before, it’s all unknown. Either way my journey began, I started in weeds but ended in sand. As I came to a man of ebony skin he looked like a witch doctor and I could feel his sin. Unlike me, he was a loud old man. He had raw hide boots and wore nothing else but had a tin shaker in hand. He shook and rattled and hollered and hooped and said to me, “mmmmm a wish I presume??? You venture so far, so lost to see me? The fabled old witch doctor named “Ray-mimi? I am no fool, of that I’m sure, but I do mean to ask, does your wife have spool?” Of course to me he made no sense, and of course to him I offered no pence. “Oh but you’re wife, she’s sick don’t you know? She’s suffering called the… broken heart syndrome.” I looked about, in wonderment I supposed and wondered to myself “what is this woe?” The man faded, and the scene grew gray. No more chants were heard, no more voices were loud, I could hear my thoughts… they were vague and unsound. I looked around and saw nothing but twilight, aghast I looked back but nothings in sight. I tried to sound but nothing spoke, the words I urged to utter were gone and I choke… I started to ponder, what wish could he mean? The question of where or who never entered my mind. I felt no pressure, no hint of a bind. How free I felt, liberated, gone. But then a thought crossed my mind… what of my son? I stumbled in the dark for some time, and as you can see I’ve run out of rhyme. The day grows darker, the vision as well. “Oh god, my maker, why have you shown me this hell?” As now I realize what befalls me now… I realize that now I am dead.. and in the ground…