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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Life must be a preparation for a transition to another dimension" Terrence McKenna We’re told it’s an event but it’s really a process That it all flashes before us the moment we die If that is true then I die daily Track with me please as I egress I’ve done the homework and the flashes lie Despite their intentions, however gaily And what of a moment or what is a day Have they ever existed anyway Man-made gizmos to help us reset A thing we chose for which we regret Or an unkind deed we’d hoped you’d excuse Nay, manifest sperms from a younger man’s muse I’ve ne’er been clobbered over the head Nor slowly digested by a cancer bed. Just too much time ingesting life’s porn Avoiding the high road as the cadence said When you my good man were born You joined the army of the marching dead Sacred and sordid private vignettes Pass my sight as on display for my review, soldiers from another day Eyes dripping with future regrets They’re too damn familial to let me see My father’s carcass laid in-state in side of me Serendipidies, Synchronicities, one way flights Fortunes traded for stronger nights Fair turned foul and foul trumped fair Angels and devils dance side by side Naked and primal to an ancient aire. Passion and convention kibitz and collide When there was no God upon my breath When I hooked up with Lady Macbeth Ceasing to be I still existed Duly seduced by the good witch’s whispers No epilogue in a comedy of manners The plot became kitsch but so it persisted Days will come when you’ll put it on paper Sweating your numbers and so obsess You soon start surfing on a yestertide Their breath can reek of a lecherous vapor And their flashes are but a vapor’s caress Yet you, like me have survived each day that you’ve died
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