A man who knows He will die How does a moment look Different to him Than the analytical Lost man in the screen Who pines about machines Even eluding That he is machine How does his cup of coffee taste Different Is it different when The wind blows The rain starts The seasons change The sun goes down In a day or 3 years Sandwiched between Now and infinity A man who knows He will die
I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
My Revelation was falseIt was not realIt was the opposite of realThere were no tearsMy hair didn’t stand on endMy eyes simply blinkedI looked up and downNothing changedBut I was silentFor a whileI felt the calm resonanceOf a bellA distant bellThis isn’t a real revelation
“Turnkey” business model“Side hustle” to earnA freezer in a roomWith fine cuts from the northAnd in 24 hours of waitingYour face turns from thatFamiliar scowl to a smileBut you’re suspiciousThat you’ve been had
A Man Who Knows He Will Die
A man who knows
He will die
How does a moment look
Different to him
Than the analytical
Lost man in the screen
Who pines about machines
Even eluding
That he is machine
How does his cup of coffee taste
Different
Is it different when
The wind blows
The rain starts
The seasons change
The sun goes down
In a day or 3 years
Sandwiched between
Now and infinity
A man who knows
He will die
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I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
My Revelation
My Revelation was falseIt was not realIt was the opposite of realThere were no tearsMy hair didn’t stand on endMy eyes simply blinkedI looked up and downNothing changedBut I was silentFor a whileI felt the calm resonanceOf a bellA distant bellThis isn’t a real revelation
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“Turnkey” business model“Side hustle” to earnA freezer in a roomWith fine cuts from the northAnd in 24 hours of waitingYour face turns from thatFamiliar scowl to a smileBut you’re suspiciousThat you’ve been had