Pallbearer For a Poet
We're honored
to carry you home
in a simple pine chrysalis
engraved with your verse.
Behind the procession
lie the whorls of living
pastels of decay...
From all the chaos the soul will ascend.
Beyond the cloud-kissed steps
beautifully winged, so delicate.
Dear friend,
Are all the answers now within your grasp?
The breath of God-the heart of infinity
Pulsating in the purest purity
from which every angel cascades
in glades of clover minted with infinity
high in a hushed lavender mist...
Void of stresses of the flesh
here is where the mind can finally rest.
Black echo of doubt cannot fiord this forever nest of time.
We're born into foolish folly, aren't we?
Then die with a few verses of veneer.
Panning for the shine of living
vomiting the remanence of life
like owl pellets.
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