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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the altogether absolute & essential commonality of death--- that beautiful final silence with nothing else to worry about with nothing but a complete end to all suffering & all anxiety--- an eternal exhalation of all bad feelings--- both mental & physical, culminating in peace ---pure, unadulterated, peace, found in the absence of everything that has pretended like it has some reason to demand from us anything more than who we are. for what we are is human, and humans have errors--- humans are nothing but evolutionary accidents. we walk this earth in the light far too much, as the night (ever so beautiful) stares us in the face & takes hold, doesn’t it? who doth not prefer the night? say yes to the day, alone, and i’ll show you someone still scared of the dark. you need to face your greatest fears in order to overcome them & isn’t this the oldest story in the book? man afraid of flying works on his pilot’s license--- woman afraid of the water becomes a professional deep see diver--- you get the gist. further in the woods, if you bring your flashlight, you find yourself dwelling in the same neighborhood that you grew up in. surely, your eyes adjust to the moonlight now & all of the concrete becomes familiar, the trees themselves turn into street lamps, and wouldn’t you know it, the once empty, lean-to’s made of dirty old logs, are now bustling bodegas. hear the Em in the background? followed by a sullen Bm? Em, Bm, Em, Bm & so on--- a typical funeral hymn, for the threatened & emotionally underdeveloped--- some would say. but for me, i walk with the Em following the Am in sweet rhythmic repetition, allowing the unknown to flow, articulated through the warm waves of minor chords into my death--- with nothing but a smile on my face.
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