……Father always stated we’d all eventually reach the mountain top, surely he meant the eighth chakra, when all illusions and delusions falls out this ole man’s rocker, no longer spiritually linked to perspectives or religious derivatives and directives, I hope nothing was lost in his message, I’ve spent my whole life trying to catch it; a stance that’s paid off, proves we’re cut from the same cloth, thank god I’m that same moth consumed by eternal flames, his wisdom has been reduced to bread crumbs but I’m that Great Dane, that nibbles away deep in meditations all the same, there’s that distraction I haven’t tamed, so pay no attention to that shadowy frame behind the veil of my subconscious, his death will occur when I’ve stopped being so pompous, it is only through his death that I will feel accomplished.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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The death of someone only occurs when they are forgotten and all traces of them disappear. Even then their ripples continue to influence others. Yet we all put our parents to death as we metamorphosize out of their shell into our own individual and butterfly. A deeper poem than appears on the surface. Nicely written.
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