Death As Pride

Vintage Words


Death and living get hunter trapped

by the imagination inside remembering.

During these pain laden moments,

eternity concepts flake off and land

like cold snow on warm foreheads.


The transition is brief while the mind

closes shop definitely. Sorry, no

transference or spirit-corporeal touch

allowed. Never shall meet is the universal

translation. The remainder is comprised

exclusively of dreaming.


We grieve and want both levels to merge.

Explicably, this thoroughly explains why

entire bodies of literature are dedicated

to encounters from the crypt bound.

History declares death impermanent,

the living determine death no separation

factor. Dichotomies of this ilk arise

when unbearable inevitabilities happen.







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