death as he approaches

as a person with suicidal thoughts, ideation of death better than life,

what saves her facing existential threats, turning towards the mourning faces

struggling in futuristic moving pictures, brings senses back to here and now

wrestling with the darkness, clouding the sunny skies

life, that is all death abhors.

**minds are curious things, with eyes that seem to see, our ears tell us otherwise, and then we speak with authority, telling lies. she cuts what is left of her, living dead they like to believe, even as she sings among the flowered trees. humanity realizes that even petals of fragrant hope remain to be sold to the devil of all souls.

I think I am done this morning…be well! J


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