The art of Conversation = a source of emancipation,
and oral gratification per integration of knowledge
manifesting opportunity qua
sharing unconscious workings
Vis a Vis windows to the soul
whereby a quickened pace arises to latch onto this role
i.e. as a conversant fellow, who at LVII years old does poll
the fleeting decades of his existence
manning reminiscence for ole
flashing back to days of mine childhood's end -
When last verse of noel
will be writ when father time
dost take me underground akin to a mole
or perhaps cremation will deliver
mine ashes along a rib-rocked knoll
of this then once living garden-variety hominid -
whose mindfulness endowed
Introspection, his biological ticket tape
eventual fated halt to life
taken far from the madding crowd
whereby cosmic consciousness reigns supreme
lording eminence grise of this beetle browed
chap. hoop fully countless decades still abound
for me to relish what would be legally allowed
reaching out to family since no value found as de cries
the ever rapid stealth of living, yet before my demise
this sensate being, with these ears and eyes
reckons he cannot halt like greased lightening
how tempus fugit with lord of the flies
tempting to whisk me away while mortality
donned in get up as go tell a watchman guise
whence a half-century prior to **** a mockingbird
deigned as main entree, now i got a bone to pick and pries
as much longevity and stave off grim reaper
before permanent slumber doth ah rise!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
The art of Conversation = a source of emancipation,
and oral gratification per integration of knowledge
manifesting opportunity qua
sharing unconscious workings
Vis a Vis windows to the soul
whereby a quickened pace arises to latch onto this role
i.e. as a conversant fellow, who at LVII years old does poll
the fleeting decades of his existence
manning reminiscence for ole
flashing back to days of mine childhood's end -
When last verse of noel
will be writ when father time
dost take me underground akin to a mole
or perhaps cremation will deliver
mine ashes along a rib-rocked knoll
of this then once living garden-variety hominid -
whose mindfulness endowed
Introspection, his biological ticket tape
eventual fated halt to life
taken far from the madding crowd
whereby cosmic consciousness reigns supreme
lording eminence grise of this beetle browed
chap. hoop fully countless decades still abound
for me to relish what would be legally allowed
reaching out to family since no value found as de cries
the ever rapid stealth of living, yet before my demise
this sensate being, with these ears and eyes
reckons he cannot halt like greased lightening
how tempus fugit with lord of the flies
tempting to whisk me away while mortality
donned in get up as go tell a watchman guise
whence a half-century prior to **** a mockingbird
deigned as main entree, now i got a bone to pick and pries
as much longevity and stave off grim reaper
before permanent slumber doth ah rise!
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