Deaths Overture Passage I - [ The Coming And The Crossing ] Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

And when you come for me
pass o'er me gently,
with wraithless, sweet gateway-
Need to stare thru' those hollow sockets-

whose wells have come to carry me
to my final magnum opus,
for the blight, the stain I procured in life,
and must now reflect on with penance.

Why can't lament be enough?
Why must there be reparation?
You see, my God....is a merciful God,
and cannot subscribe to such gospel.

Why must Death be so strange...
mysteriously captured in question and aura
through this passage that you, Death,
leave me...to be judged?

You'll be the first pass from my mortal plane
and the closest connection to my destiny,
though I fear your entity
be of cold, abstract essence-
dark in drape.
Perhaps I have read too many darktales
but it bristles my bones to the marrows core.

And, Death.... there is this dream I dream...

You are mute and I fear your silence,
your existence instilled on whispered wind,
pelting my pores like striking hail,
as if to remind me that-
I've never seen the likes of you before
and will never see the likes of you again...
and that frightens me all the more so.

And I entrust to you
my mortal flesh,
my newborn soul
as if I really had a choice.
Yet, I sense your speak
though voice be absent;
still I ask you, now...
still I ask you, please
that the passage I will ride
on my final day on Earth -
be an Overture... sweet, serene,
a crossing utopic
and halcyon...
empowered by swift transition,
a womb-like erewhonian state-
that i've prayed to live
my Eternity in, like Butler,
but, more so, Death, I pray
a state of Peace take o'er me...,
like i've never seen before.


End Passage I
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