Time, Space and the number of Stars
incubating on the far-side of reach,
moving like white-caps on Bering,
because water is lighter than fire,
because someone, somewhere created
this succinct existence of Life,
that continues to boggle mercurial minds,
of believers as much as it once delivered
a chilling laugh up the subluxed spines,
and through the marrow of the ones who died
before their mortality passed o'er the Stars,
'til Life meets Death and Soul be timeless.
What strangeness that Death be a renaissance for Life
In this odyssey we practice in search of Forever.
©Frank James Ryan, Jr./ FjR
MMXIX-All Rights Reserved
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This work is, in my humble view a baroque Cathedral edified out of some of the best poetic images and metaphors I have read in a long time! Presenting the Play of Life and Death in a most unusual and far reaching way. The end is an Apotheosis, a crowning moment! Lines that could very well become immortal together with this incredible work!