Inconvenient Lives

Self confident I would feel inconvenient to be dead, Yet relieved in freedom from trimming toe and finger nails and receding hair advancing down wrinkling neck and softing shoulders. Although not confident I could grow satisfied with fictional fame, self-grandiosing glory, I remain curious how timelessly satisfying might emerge historically famous fictions, glories of grandly granted otherwise. Confiding ancient secrets, I could feel confluent intuiting alive resilience in freedom to survive culture's soft-spoken rhyming terror flirting with authenticity of memory's patterned identity and difference, identically coincident. Faith masquerading hope, Light fading dual-dark air without within True life camouflaging trust's pervasive love Confident I would feel false to grow prematurely dead.