08-01-2015, 01:39 PM
*for NobodyNothing
Here in death, lack of breath frees words from their
fluidity, freezes them in this moment that stretches
for a poet's concept of eternity. Shaken loose of the flesh
that once subjected them to endless editing in an agony
of self-doubt, they shine briefly with the phosphorescence
of the decaying that does not yet admit its inevitable
irrelevance. For a while they are sustained by
occasional indulgent recollection until one by one they
lose context and sink into the skeletal horror that is
textbook and examination; supported only by
foetid strands of academia, they become no more than black
and white.
Here in death, lack of breath frees words from their
fluidity, freezes them in this moment that stretches
for a poet's concept of eternity. Shaken loose of the flesh
that once subjected them to endless editing in an agony
of self-doubt, they shine briefly with the phosphorescence
of the decaying that does not yet admit its inevitable
irrelevance. For a while they are sustained by
occasional indulgent recollection until one by one they
lose context and sink into the skeletal horror that is
textbook and examination; supported only by
foetid strands of academia, they become no more than black
and white.
It could be worse