Of Death and its entrance
there be no allowance
to pause(...) or abrogate
to a fiber, bare of heart,
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,
yet, who am I to play Christ,
potentate Supreme and Dyēus.
Ah, serenity, my absent friend.
and we'll come to know this too
when souls we do become.
________ ~F j R~ ________
____aixelsyd-dna-htead____
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
State soul reveal so many secrets! Bur that is possible after reaching that world from the present one! Until then all will still be in suspense! What a situation in which our life goes on here!