Elegy To the Passing Parade

Sometimes it does exasperate-- Around you, people tend to die, just when you're catching on to why they're there. You want to plug into their minds and stir a bit--discover inner dreams and find some parallel inquiry that otherwise would simply drift away, too readily abandoned, by a faithless lethargy. Not surprising, I suppose, for I will do the same. Amid identical frustrations; they still die, and immortality alone assumes its truth, but only on the shores of fantasy, and then the moment dawns when mortal irony will have its day and on the morning tide a stunning revelation born anew is swept away. ~