Treasure Island

Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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Death Be of Sacrosanct...


Of Death and its entrance

negotiation, non sequitur,

to pause(...) or abrogation,

to a fiber..... bare of heart,

as this entity be puissant-

its mission... impervious;

just clockwork... location,

with silence and surrender

we'll come to know all this-

when souls we do become.

Why be Life so..... dyslexic,

we must die to live forever,

so mysteriously bizarre that-

it chars... my sense of reason

like a trip....with Tim Leary,

then again...... no Christ I be;

serenity.....my absent friend.

________ ~F j c R~ _______



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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR

Submitted: Friday, July 18, 2014

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