for a brief time i wish to share some of my older poems.....
this is one ot them.


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I have fear my death
as a final stupid chapter
in a wantonly ridiculous life,
my dread a focus on my ignorance.

I have feared my death
as if it would finish
something precious, as if
I would be stopped
from finding the key,
as if I would be damned.

Yet, I reflected that if death
is damnation then life, too,
is a meagre dream, illusions
generated by a hunger
nothing will satisfy.

I faced the mirror and prayed:

in hunger may there be nourishment;
in fear may there be joy;
and as I see the chalking of age
in my bones, may I listen
to the divine rhythms, and, looking on
with wonder, renounce the audacity
of doubt and the slavery of fear.

May there be a steady dying
to all that is not of life,
so that my death may honor
what I have lived and grieved,
touched and loved.