The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Slumber

You who fear death,
Know that you fear,
For the best reasons.
Who among us can step,
Fearlessly, faultlessly,
Uncaring and heedless,
Into utter, endless darkness?
Raving Madmen. Fools.
And the dispossessed.
You fear death for that,
You stay alive for something.
You love, hate, and hurt.
And for this you live.
For this you do not die.

You are wise to fear death,
And to bask in your livingness.


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