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The Art of Dying

 

And as you reach

the final gate

you lay your body down

 

You pray a little

hope and wait

you fight for air

you drown

 

Unveiling promises

of saints

and fairy tales

to fill your sails

 

Beneath your casket

darkly she

will sigh and then embrace

 

the life you lead

the pain you flee

your beauty and your grace

 

as vying voices

saintly rise

to harmonize

one last good bye

 

All is gone

you hear them tell

there is no heaven

no hell

 

There is no soul

there is no life

beyond the gate

you know so well

 

Astonishingly

Unarmed, uneyed

Unhearted and glad to see

the fairy tales lied

the fairy tales lied

 

Au naturelly

what we're about

that muscle and bone you'll be

well off without

well off without

 

Let go your heart

your lungs

your spleen

that's how to shed

this confounding confinement

unseen

 

Rememberingly

lost you revive

to somewhat surprised conceive

you're still alive

you're still alive

 

Then as you rise

through the air

undead and open

to know everywhere

 

Fortuitously

this much is true

no matter whoever you be

the answer is you

the answer is you

 

 

October 2001/February 2004

 

Copyright © 2005 by Wolfstuff

 

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