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Among an unnamed female person known within mine black barbed ken

Analogous to black box
holding untold secrets,
(after deadly plane crash
no survivors except 
a journeyman foreigner),
I share the following self
introspection with ye dear readers,
which purported hidden truths
might set me free and clear,
albeit laborious effort

to loose constituent amalgamated
compound elements unmined
tantamount to agony
riddling psyche effort to extract
thorny matters incumbent upon me
analogously synonymous with 
Androcles and the lion
think Roman mythology
whoops (Greek: ??d??????, 
alternatively spelled Androclus in Latin).

Oftimes methinks... whoami
spending scores of years
with frustrated sigh
hermetically sealing - waxed body electric
housing generic garden variety guy
as prepubescent severely, physically, 
mentally emotionally tormented
contemplating, foregoing existence, 
integrating, blithely urging wish to die
even at this moment,

still doth not reluctantly shy
away to embrace death wholeheartedly
simultaneously, naturally nor would I try
putting anonymous life (mine)
on the line, though...,
nevertheless envisioning rejoicing
(as told to significant other -
the missus naturally averse
to my demise well nigh)
without ability to explain why

per se if mortal ailment
truncated corporeal constituent 
collective comprising mein kampf 
Noel cowardly lie,
cuz becoming gratefully dead try
not to laugh while
yours truly cannot deny
permanent absence mine decoupling 
from humanity, no longer linkedin 
with consciousness, I recognize

hard skool of knocks alumni
soul finally free to roam spiritual realm
posthumously making his name sake
(synonymous with introvertedness)
deceased modest mortal hallowed human,
though the foregone feted occasion
beholds mine future 
no longer entwined with the missus,
whence cessation as breathing being 
decades into the future 

whereby mine cremated ashes   
subsequently scattered across
reconstituted secluded terrain 
once expanse of one hundred acre woodland 
populated with poo poo ticky tacky,
about a half century ago
partitioned into cookie cutter 
vinyl city occupying happy hunting grounds 
witnessing abundant flora and fauna,
where Glen Elm estate

(an expansive demesne 
formerly occupied by the Leipers) razed;
within corner abode
(at crossroads of Stoughton and Level Roads)
wherein dwelled Williams family 
(offspring grown and senior citizens,  
the eldest daughter 
happily residing in Carhibeg, 
Rosscarberry county Cork Ireland)
to me, a garden variety generic guy
forsaken atrophied opportunity 

loosed, whisked, and zapped... 
toward sheltering sky
linkedin love never did transpire, 
hence moot point absent wedding bells 
did not require men to don black tie,
only selfish sexagenarian 
mourns angst peppered soul,
whence death do me part 
banshee will signify
all quiet on western front forever reunify
me with cosmic consciousness eternal ally.
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