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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
 In The Supple Green Stoic, you tower -- ignoring me? I lay awkward, spine exposed, wither in the wet/warm supple green. Others cast off, away from your love. Shuddering divers flat fall to an armless mother who mindless comforts all. Why don't you need me anymore? Why am I to die among these strangers, my supposed kin? Why aren't they questioning purpose, fearing wicked, playful air whirling us further away from your sheltering, inattentive love? Be faithful? Hold on? Where are the promises to materialize, lift me higher, nearer to you? I fear I will bleed into this fertile woman who melts me, destroys me with her strange need to feed you, so offspring might dutifully unfurl, nestle in your branches. They too will fall, only to repeat my mistakes. Cycle of death, your vigor, breathes life into something I'm not a part. Just stay in the moment. Don't think. Trust this blood-sucking woman to unhusk your essence, fondly remember youth and ignorance, while you cling to life believing in purpose. relate to the fallen leaf, questioning my purpose while dying 9.12.16 Original: (Punctuation and form need work...) Stoicly, you stand above me -- Ignoring me? I lay awkwardly, my spine exposed, withering in the wet/warm supple green. Others cast off, away from your love. Shuddering divers flat fall to an armless mother who mindlessly sits with us all. Why don't you need me anymore? Why am I dying among these strangers, my supposed kin? Why aren't they questioning purpose, fear the wickedly playful air whirling us further away from your sheltering, inattentive love? Be faithful? Hold on? Where are the promises to materialize, lift me higher, nearer to you? I fear I will bleed into this fertile woman who melts me, destroys me with her strange need to feed you that the offspring might dutifully unfurl, nestle in your branches. They too will fall, only to repeat my mistakes. Cycle of death, your vigor, breathes life into something I'm not a part. Just stay in the moment. Don't think. Trust this blood-sucking woman to husk your essence, fondly remember youth and ignorance, when you thought you had it all. 9.2.16 relate to the fallen leaf, questioning my purpose while dying |
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