I wake from life, the sleeping of the soul.
A body now before me, still in death:
A boy turned man turned corpse, and now the toll
Of measured time; serene and spent of breath.
In thought without a skull to harbor thought,
Reflection and conviction now refresh.
All Earthly duties, unfulfilled, shall rot;
Life’s aspirations fading with this flesh.
No blood to carry chemical caprice,
I witness being, true divinity:
At last as spirit, I arrive at peace
And join the energy, infinity.
In life, the sleeping soul is ever tried,
And waits for death, when life is justified.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
I wake from life, the sleeping of the soul.
A body now before me, still in death:
A boy turned man turned corpse, and now the toll
Of measured time; serene and spent of breath.
In thought without a skull to harbor thought,
Reflection and conviction now refresh.
All Earthly duties, unfulfilled, shall rot;
Life’s aspirations fading with this flesh.
No blood to carry chemical caprice,
I witness being, true divinity:
At last as spirit, I arrive at peace
And join the energy, infinity.
In life, the sleeping soul is ever tried,
And waits for death, when life is justified.
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