Of a powerless station we-
be to Death and its plight,
void of mortal intervention
as this entity be puissant-
and its mission impervious
to pause(...) , negotiation,
its fiber...bare of heart,
arrives on a windless breeze
it's just time and place,
particulars like dimensions,
just a balance of proportions
like Fibonacci's prosody
in a paradox of ratios,
lending a slant of balance,
and intangible scenarios
that science conjures up
to pretend they understand
what's not ours to understand-
until Souls we do become.
________ ~F j R~ _______
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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