for the metaphysical transforming sequences,
this new quandary, the sacrifice of the ordinary,
the absence of safe rituals, known dangers, afeared,
for there
is no comfort when wings fly me, escort me,
above the frayed and the living, and fright
takes hold, my confused status no more
knows not stasis,
the normality
of unknowing, a delicacy
of paradoxicality, paralysis uncertainty that
death provides at no extra cost, other than the
seizure, the censoring perifdy of persistent
perdition, the superior discomfort of heavenly,
perfect
certainty
kisses my forehead finally to rest one last time
and then…
<nml>
~~~
“And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”
Sonnet 10 by John Donne
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
for the metaphysical transforming sequences,
this new quandary, the sacrifice of the ordinary,
the absence of safe rituals, known dangers, afeared,
for there
is no comfort when wings fly me, escort me,
above the frayed and the living, and fright
takes hold, my confused status no more
knows not stasis,
the normality
of unknowing, a delicacy
of paradoxicality, paralysis uncertainty that
death provides at no extra cost, other than the
seizure, the censoring perifdy of persistent
perdition, the superior discomfort of heavenly,
perfect
certainty
kisses my forehead finally to rest one last time
and then…
<nml>
~~~
“And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”
Sonnet 10 by John Donne
Request permission to use this poem