Speculation

Speculation 

What is the best time to die? 
A beautiful summer’s day 
or in the winter when it rains.
There is an untimely satisfaction 
that mourners - if there is any-
will be wet and die of the flu.
Sitting in the antechamber
discussing where we are going.
My plan is clear its Saragossa
where the dream of life continues,
because our conciseness was
a flash of light in the darkness.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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