Monday, November 26, 2007 »
2:37 AM
My life closed twice before its close ;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell
I HEARD a fly buzz when i died
MINE by the right of the white election !
Mine by the royal sea !
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot conceal !
Mine,here in vision and in veto !
Mine,by the grave's repeal
Titled,confirmed,-delirious charter !
Mine, while the ages steal
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether,could they choose between,
They would rather not die.
There is not a name for what
I'm feeling.there is no description for it.
To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water.
Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself
and you can't measure its boundaries because
they go too far and you don't have enough time.
Or you move toward the boundaries
and they move away.
There has been an earthquake in my life.