Death of my death tomorrow or today
Enveloped in a white sheet of blueness
Athena never left me all the way
The truth had to be within her trueness
Have you seen the news of another death
Over the span of a moment in time
Fenced in by a deterministic breath
More of the same with a different rhyme
Yesterday death ruled every poor corner
Dispatching itself like a warmonger
Each one will become a lifelong mourner
Albeit with good luck also much stronger
To be in love with life one has to die
Heaven hath no beauty like a death cry
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The game was over before it began. The Cosmos is rigged from the beginning of our morning understanding of what it is to be both aware and alive. Born to run until a gun stops the race and another soul is lost in space where time is relative at best.
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The Dead South - In Hell I’ll Be in Good Company
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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