Thoughts on Time & Other Philosophies
by Lagana on 10/18/13
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Freefall
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I can tell you how Tinkerbell did it. . .
Fly somewhere over the rainbow
Past anybody's lullaby.
She just let go
And floated up,
But she'd been used to it.
So how did how Wendy do it . . .
Slip between the spaces between the words
Without a trace of a thought to hold on to?
She must have just let go
And fallen up.
* * * *
Death. . . .
Is the screaming silence
That lurks behind each thought,
The
Never,
Seeing,
Never
Knowing
Cry.
Death is the winking change
In every wonder,
Each birth,
Each love,
Each pulsing sigh.
Death is the mind's black hole,
That passage
Through which
Each comfort,
Creativity,
And we, ourselves
Must fly.
* * * *
Alligator
The final, black,
Alligator silence
Lumbered in
With armor slinking,
Slapped its tail across his chest,
And yawned its jaws
Above his face.
"You don't scare me."
His last words gurgled after.
"You're just another
Of those alligator pups
That crawled around my bed at night
When I was a boy."
