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.
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