Fear Of The Unknown

Like the Snake Desert, the Alagoas, or Mailu Suu Monrovia, Mount Sinabung, or the Skeleton Coast A perilous place where, in a crisis, there's no rescue Is it written that I should go there and live like a ghost? Often, I see a realm of gods, spirits, and immortals. A place of perfection, endless joy, and cosmic tempo Ultimate enlightenment and fulfilment of morals Where streams of integrity, temperance, and patience flow Couldn't I enter this domain with no gate to the grave? Should I burn into a pyre where my bones and skull survive? Should I be preyed on by eagles and vultures as a knave? Should I, like a pyramid mummy, forever unlive? With faith that it's an adventure, I undergo this fear. Don't, when the winter mists end, the colours of spring appear?