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We’d been procreated… in the exchange
Between two sets of legs
Some egg and a shot of super goo…
Without regard to the inherent obsession
The result
a need of a thing called love,
punctuated by the words, “I do”
Picking up the slack
every day since creation called us to be…
in answer to this mystery of what the Hell For
how could any one of us ignore the challenge
of the next chapter of the book of life,
even when living from one moment to the next,
any moment our present could be our last
trapped in the depth
of a new reality… a cloak of invisibility
in the guise of death, the complete
disappearance of the will to exist…
after being dressed for the hereafter,
move on to a more permanent place
…all the while
the universe closes behind you,
expands
and contractes...
No more of life’s chain reactions and distractions
to blind you, no more of love’s gifts
to remind you why we are here?
As the tides turn
incense burns…
Gregorian chants, merge
with the background noise
obscure the scene
as the last vision of life becomes
A dream of past scenes
between them
and the recently departed spirit-soul…
now seen in rear-view mirror
of everybody else’s past
the afterlife is another role
as a soul changes phase
transporting from one dimension
to the next
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