A Glorious Demise

No one will completely understand
that final moment
as we each see to know it
Some of us see death
waiting every day
An undeniable future
for some not so far
Awry as things can go
Tipping the scale of beautiful  
ideas that one being can know
How many turn a corner and shout  
"Shit!" with that final moment
for any kid
Any idiot with a notion of
superiority that doesn't hinge
on a reality that's consistent  
with those nooks and crannies
where we're all fucked
Tip toe around  
nobody knows
Oh yeah we're all mirrored out
eventually all seen as pathetic
Up next to that glorious moment
that universal link  
Some utter a three letter word
for that connection
with some it goes unheard
even though every minuscule gap
offers the chance to ignore or interpret  
the immensity of life  
The bare bones of every hypocrite is different
some are heavier in denial
Some smile
at the chance to hold on for a second
to a crossing at
At the ant you better look both ways
Man all is not which is a simple conjunction
that anyone can still deny  
even the existence of a jib within slang
ain't all is not your mother's killing business
So yeah we all go get fucked
When G*d means It and fuck means kill
You can only deny that we all slam into that connection
for as long as you're alive
Why does anyone refuse to believe
Nobody sits still
Even in an urn there's no sitting still
No longer one thing
Man all those mites want out  
to feed on man
to watch man
as that universal link
we're all a fraction of
Man, just a tiny mite or follicle feeds
as we can choose to deny or interpret as we see
dust float around  
the beautiful emanations
of all of these, that, and the other such
A Glorious Demise
 
Poem and Artwork by: M.E.L.  
Painting Entitled ~ Better to Move than to Believe in Sitting Still (oils on stretched canvas 36" X 36")