All is a graveyard
We stumble about upon epochs
of reverberating death knells
Living like leaves
upon one solemn tree
Enriched by ancestral spell below
Fallen
Not yet
Organics ancienter
-unknown-
That black-indigo before the dawn
Ground up between bedrock
Churned into an oil
We go because they went before
And we too will go
Gone from this whirl
The skull calls all
Either respond
Or don't
It does not matter
The worm is autocrat
Its dictate: feed
Excreting the creed
Again again
There is death
Then there's the sleep of Fall
Death's second self
As Shakes' leaves once penned
But the reflection of this
In this our complicated globe flitting
Is death's third self
A selfish giver left to leave
A self that is
Because of what once was
A flourishing
Sped forth by inner-whorl of seed
An intimate meeting of bodies
Being being
And been
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
All is a graveyard
We stumble about upon epochs
of reverberating death knells
Living like leaves
upon one solemn tree
Enriched by ancestral spell below
Fallen
Not yet
Organics ancienter
-unknown-
That black-indigo before the dawn
Ground up between bedrock
Churned into an oil
We go because they went before
And we too will go
Gone from this whirl
The skull calls all
Either respond
Or don't
It does not matter
The worm is autocrat
Its dictate: feed
Excreting the creed
Again again
There is death
Then there's the sleep of Fall
Death's second self
As Shakes' leaves once penned
But the reflection of this
In this our complicated globe flitting
Is death's third self
A selfish giver left to leave
A self that is
Because of what once was
A flourishing
Sped forth by inner-whorl of seed
An intimate meeting of bodies
Being being
And been
