Death is not a cursed, bleak end.
No less holier than Life
which does give us birth
against our wills.
Should this be called _mercy_?
Lovingly, it devours immense
those illusory grandeurs
as conjured by Life.
It doesn’t coerce into being
_existence unsolicited,_
granting— endowing –
as if in good will
a sanctity so close to nought.
---
What in a life compels thee
to sink miserly into a banality so wretched;
to lose thyself in an aimless sail.
When death does come—
Embrace thee undoing with open arms.
A willful end weighs as much,
as an otherwise nihilist birth.
Truth be told.
_“No life is more sacrosanct than its very own death.”_
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
Death is not a cursed, bleak end.
No less holier than Life
which does give us birth
against our wills.
Should this be called _mercy_?
Lovingly, it devours immense
those illusory grandeurs
as conjured by Life.
It doesn’t coerce into being
_existence unsolicited,_
granting— endowing –
as if in good will
a sanctity so close to nought.
---
What in a life compels thee
to sink miserly into a banality so wretched;
to lose thyself in an aimless sail.
When death does come—
Embrace thee undoing with open arms.
A willful end weighs as much,
as an otherwise nihilist birth.
Truth be told.
_“No life is more sacrosanct than its very own death.”_
