Oh for how long is a person himself?
Would I remain this man in death?
Perhaps I'd be the evil man I was in my dream?
Please do not take my wishes seriously,
For I am but a poor soul,
Claiming to know the world and its ways,
Moving about through matter of stardust,
But then again, what do I know?
Perhaps I might be right too -
Take my words as you would a child's,
Not too seriously, but do listen too.
My cremation isn't the end,
It is my death itself -
Perhaps I cannot see or hear -
Or even feel the presence of this world,
Or worse, I might feel it,
But as an inresponsive body,
With my soul locked in it,
Imprisoned for eternity,
Like those trapped in corpses burnt,
Or buried in graves,
Crying out for help,
In a voice none can hear.
At C514 a few days ago
Would I remain this man in death?
Perhaps I'd be the evil man I was in my dream?
Please do not take my wishes seriously,
For I am but a poor soul,
Claiming to know the world and its ways,
Moving about through matter of stardust,
But then again, what do I know?
Perhaps I might be right too -
Take my words as you would a child's,
Not too seriously, but do listen too.
My cremation isn't the end,
It is my death itself -
Perhaps I cannot see or hear -
Or even feel the presence of this world,
Or worse, I might feel it,
But as an inresponsive body,
With my soul locked in it,
Imprisoned for eternity,
Like those trapped in corpses burnt,
Or buried in graves,
Crying out for help,
In a voice none can hear.
At C514 a few days ago
Draft on 1.1.2017
It is indeed mysterious, ya. So beautifully penned. Congratulations.
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