Ha! The Older I Look, The Closer Seems Death!

By accident or fate, I have stepped on the threshold of delirious doubt, the older I look, the closer seems death; no voice is hopeless as mine, no sight gloomier than anything ever imagined: I've been a passing shadow over dearth! Ha! The older I look, the closer seems death, the expression of anguished fear is clear; only faith can implement solid assurance: that dying is another flight into omniscience: in that endless space of the void above earth with peacefulness resonating across each boulder! That lone boy roaming wildlands was a footloose, so adventurous, curious and hastier than a goose; he flashed smiles at strangers expressing cordiality: what he saw in that wilderness instilled in him joy, through spritely loneliness he absorbed deep spirituality that influenced his thinking and his concept of mystery! Ha! The older I look, the closer seems death; it's a sharp arrow piercing an earthly soul, not praying but attending to his somber funeral... where people sob while he's in deep sleep: something indelible he has left on their breath: literary and musical works and a reason to weep! Copyright( c ) 2024 by Andrew Crisci