UPON MAKING THE ACQUAINTANCE OF DEATH
Ed Krizek
I am the naked musician
playing eternal chords
that have no beginning, no end.
I am the eternal unconscious
spewing forth my demonic
images in myriad motifs.
I am the past, present, and future
a representation of the totality of life.
What, then, do I care if the birds sing
or the crocus blooms, or the moon rises?
I am the tide of the life moving
relentlessly over your soul.
Moving slowly and certainly over
your entire universe as you
float suspended in your unconscious
never really knowing whether you’re
asleep or awake.
I am the dream of dreams,
the alpha and omega.
I am the ultimate reality.
Once I have touched you
I will not let you go.
You’ve only to hear my name
and your spine shivers.
You’ve only to view my face
to see the certainty of your fate.
I have no responsibility save
to end everything you know,
and no compassion for your pleas.
Do not be afraid.
I will not desert you.
Do not weep for those
that have gone before,
they, like you, understand
that life’s ultimate irony is
its end. It is finished.
REJOICE!
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