Death and conscience, O’ she –
Will easily classify achievement
Achievement being a forgetful thing
Dare you saw a few souls
Deep straight down, a white heat
Of harmony at the best & worst of times?
Then crouch within the door
Of possibility, and listen for –
The metaphysics of vanished others
Who mysteriously appear and suddenly
Take leave, we quiver at the forge
Of the social fire’s flame, that unanointed Blaze
Where we marry others for a moment in words
And sacrifice a bit of ourselves, to please
Death and conscience, O’ she will –
Easily disseminate our mutualities
Love being the most memorable things
It is not a question of who or stability
But how much did we give & love
On what Anvil did we place our heart
That celestial soundless tugged-of-within.
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I’m haunted by the metaphysics of vanished others. Thanks for giving a name to my condition.
I think we all suffer a bit and mostly, the same.