When In Death
Requiem lost within the ever after frown,
and it's down;
glorious fluff a flutter and a raining,
to the dust, my lungs farewell.
For cancer, nay a zodiac's best friend
and it's cursed horoscope, to end-
public breathing projects,
public drinking projects
and the life's essentials long forgot;
...I cast my luck with fate's dump truck.
The song of wheezing, puff and in;
the sound that something's wrong within,
the shallow mile we've walked so far,
was all that worth it for a car?
Dust arraigned and dust opaque,
flying nearsight near my face ,
wafting to and fro with breeze,
my lungs shrivel and cough and wheeze.
Then the glowing dust in cell,
permeates my inner self,
and I idle gawk about,
at scenery ado without;
thus terror, thus plague,
yet all is so opaque;
...so opaque is the frown,
the world now wears it as a crown;
...eternity seems so royal, when in death.
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