The Way To Create Meaning Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is nothing
wrong with
believing that when we
die
we simply return
to our
original nature

atomic particles
reduced neurons
roving neutrons
simply
untangled from
a body

it can be harsh
it can be truthfully harsh

but i am given
a choice
whether to be
literal or
figurative

whether to see
a landscape
or simply an
array of
random particles
floating in
air in silence
meaninglessly


what makes me distinct
is my imagination

as of now i am
a body
with all my senses
on

when i die
i can still be
a flying spirit
unseen
and still as
beautiful as
i think myself
to be

even if death
reduces me into
atomic particles
i can still
dance in the
mystery of
my own
fantasy

i refuse to be
simply
a meaningless set
of dust
beneath the
feet of
this earth