( inspired while reading "Who Dies?" by Stephen Levine
Who dies in this
all too fatal place ?
I die, "The me" (of "I") (will, no doubt) die............
All die. All the flora. All the fauna. ( All sentient beings)
D i e.
( & down the proverbial road.......),
Earth dies, Sun dies, moon dies,
Solar system dies ( &all beyond) will die.
Terminal Uniqueness is paving my way,
much to my disturbance.
Much to disturb that art of dying "well".
Clinging to the façade of what i-think iyam.
What I-think I was, and may-be, will be in
some imaginary collective After'Life of happy souls
singin'n'dancin' at the feet of the Big Three:
God'father, Son Jesus (aka:Christ. aka Lord), and that
Holiest ( of) Ghost(s).
Were much pre'disposed to cling to cling to any'thing,
every'thing, believed, thought, preached, family, friends,
enemies, all-that's humanly created,
All that the human mind envisions, ( must go ! )
Few will care for any
shit such as this.
Leather shoes !
And no regrets....( not yet, Pilgrim! )
Is there enough space in heaven to accommodate us all?