Fears
Within this sad planetary condemnation,
craftily engineered to compulsively survive,
the life of the flesh will certainly die
deprived of a divinely mandated resurrection.
The Day I die my death will die; die and efface!
Then, the agonizing fear of my demise
will join-to my bemused surprise!-
the colossal memory of the race.
-Will my atoms fuse back to the atomic nest?
-Will these tiny particles of what was my body beat within something else?
-Will my thought, still reeking of existence, have need of a face?
-Will I-at last-be freed of my internal hells?
-Will God-at last-become more than a name,
the vilified semantic of an old age spell?
These doubts which I conspicuously question
by intellectual rapture and skewing the aberration,
by entertaining the mind...the fears quell.
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