Borrowed Wear
By Benj
At what age did we commenceturning love of life into 'death-repents'(to grow our greatest question: 'whymust life die with you and I?')?For, aft' life hath fade away,This life lives another day,and those not here, 'neath This sun,might they not be on the run(pacing through another raceoft some distant, unknown place)?Though We who sit upon this Plow,know not this place, and know not how,it could be lived, and not alivewithin our melancholy jive.But let this not lead your mind betwixtvacillation and 'can't-be-fixed.'Just because our eyes don't seemakes it not just fantasy.Though my ears still hear it, so,might we let our conscience go?Or does that bring tous, too much fear? Tothink this place, too much, is near.For, maybe time is already here,and maybe we were born from There;just given this flesh as borrowed wear.1998, Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 02:52 AM PST 10 • 0
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"At what age did we commenceturning love of life into 'death-repents'(to grow our greatest question: 'whymust life die with you and I?')?For, aft' life hath fade away,This life lives another day,and those not here, 'neath This sun,might they not be on the run(pacing through another raceoft some distant, unknown place)?Though We who sit upon this Plow,know not this place, and know not how,it could be lived, and not alivewithin our melancholy jive.But let this not lead your mind betwixtvacillation and 'can't-be-fixed.'Just because our eyes don't seemakes it not just fantasy.Though my ears still hear it, so,might we let our conscience go?Or does that bring tous, too much fear? Tothink this place, too much, is near.For, maybe time is already here,and maybe we were born from There;just given this flesh as borrowed wear.1998,..."