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Death of An Intellectual

The last stage of life, I will not go out without a fight. Clinging desperately to the last drop of mortality. An accomplished intellectual, accurate and clear, yet unmindful of the accessible, an eternal afterlife, an immortal soul. I have wandered the world, mastering ponderous planes of purpose, however, departed from the indisputable truth of my defining moment. Throughout my all- encompassing intelligence I am not ready for this. I am not ready to embrace my ignorance and surge into my soul.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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