A N D...
Of Death and its entrance
negotiation, not an option
as this entity be puissant-
to pause(...) or abrogation,
to a fiber.... bare of heart,
its mission... impervious;
just clockwork... location,
with silence and surrender
and we'll know this be true
when souls we do become.
Why Life be so *[cixelsyd ]*
we must die to live forever,
so mysteriously bizarre that-
it chars my sense of reason
like a trip with Timothy Leary,
then again..... no Christ I be;
until then the ghost of hands-
upon lifes clock be no friend
then again...... no Christ I be,
therefore Death be sacrosanct.
________ ~F j R~ ________
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
*Revised 08/02/16
Reposted 08/05/16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem