AND NOW WITH WHAT FELL
There are no further steps to achieve; having met
the end of aspiration I can only look back : to see
those men in the gas-masks, the others in firemen
suits, and still more - the priest and the insurance
broker, walking hand in hand. they're both after
the same thing I'm afraid - or at least they presume
to be - getting you something after you're gone.
-
The halls of fiction and all the accolades of the lance
and the dance hall, they're nothing compared to the
inner peace of a fine parting. I will hold nothing back,
and I will leave those flowers on the mantle, in memory
of all that ever was. no sense of justice, merely a
looking back, both undetermined and undeterred.
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When I was a child, I lived like a child, leaving marbles
on the doorstep of a friend, and a small, toy car in his
Christmas stocking. Then, as I grew, it all came to
naught - blood and tissue and fragment and part.
Some died, others live; war-wounds, broken wives,
vacation kingdoms burned to the ground. It's all
in the part of parting, and in the living of Life.
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