About Death

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Vintage Words

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Everyone knew intimately, following

the excrutiating hard climb up from an

unexpected fall, that it was outside

force induced or self-caused; an

anger-awful act nothing foresaw or

owned enough power of will to avoid.

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Time merely stretches out oddly

when a precious life ends; the way

moving into a new city suddenly

cancels hard built lifelong

familiar routines. There is no

fix, no cure for Death's arrival.

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How does the mind weep with presences

gone, spaces emptied? It was assumed,

that there would always be a clue;

breathing and sweating, shedding

laughter or anger.

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Knowing ending is Death's break-up;

the ultimate divorce, life becomes an

item taken, a soul-sized scar on

the walls of the heart. Add a bit

of acid damage to the memory, then

chip a stone for posterity.

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Time is ally enventaually, but now

the mind bleeds. You want what refuses

and can not be wanted. Need is a

blistering burn for love not there.

Cold things can be replaced or, when

broken or taken, rationalized away.

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Conversely, Death uses a forever

sharp blade that wounds then slices

open a familiar wound. Tears and their

salt make the wound sting, the pain

stays hard and intense until the heart

stops or the body shuts down

to rot.

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allets

04-27-16

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