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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
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Andrew Crisci
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