Poems ✍️

A N D...

Of Death and its entrance

negotiation, not an option

as this entity be puissant-

to pause(...) or abrogation,

to a fiber.... bare of heart,

its mission... impervious;

just clockwork... location,

with silence and surrender

and we'll know this be true

when souls we do become.

Why Life be so *[cixelsyd ]*

we must die to live forever,

so mysteriously bizarre that-

it chars my sense of reason

like a trip with Timothy Leary,

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

until then the ghost of hands-

upon lifes clock be no friend

then again...... no Christ I be,

therefore Death be sacrosanct.



________ ~F j R~ ________



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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR

*Revised 08/02/16
Reposted 08/05/16