Gone, the black in my beard, my childhood put to rest,
only the long, white strands of wisdom, of truth told,
nothing unaccepted, I receive my death throes,
even in dreams, I wake, scared to crush this bug's life,
the infestation seems endless, humans on earth,
how long do parasites persist on survival,
eternal until time comes to a screeching halt,
black before the color was ever an idea,
lost in space, a planet miraculous in life,
agents of the divine taught us how to create,
call it trajectory, an asteroid destroys,
kills nearly everything with one detonation,
in the mind of mystic awareness, perspective,
not without a context, everything in its place,
murder, rape, robbery, the human need to take,
yet, the soul survives all, tragically wounded, maimed,
blisters pop, peel away, the skin sheds its layers,
enter the visceral, the poetic, the real,
as cars crash, bullets fly, people get hurt and die,
real blood, disfigurement, lives destroyed by the hand,
decided by fate, God's will, I laugh at the lies,
magicians come and go, the magus has returned,
yesterday, he bore gifts, today, he bears a sword,
children never notice how fast the years go by,
however, at fifty, my childhood put to rest,
in a box, a coffin, carried by pallbearers,
lifted gently, so not to throw my soul back out,
down to hell, a figure of speech, a trope, a place
haunted by images created by others,
only, I cannot choose to believe in their lies,
only metaphysics knows what lies beyond this,
death is either a door, or nothing but the end,
passengers climb aboard to fly the friendly skies,
understand what we know is based on assumptions,
to believe in their lies, to accept deception,
the churches of the world offer us religion,
only this delusion, I cannot dare accept,
religion, the death knell, the bell that tolls, I die
each day, I was born once, long ago, before time,
still, with each breath, I die, I plunge into waters
to drown in asthmatic fits, coughing up black phlegm.
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