"Difference?"
Tool of beyond firmly clasped within his hand,
He sits,head bent,about to turn life over to yet another time.
In his wretchedness and desolation he takes the hand of creation,
Drains life,brakes the tie,undoing the cosmic-fabrication.
Mad with with desperation the dejected took action,
Bode fare-well to child,wife,and sorrow,
And chose himself another morrow.
But consider this;
Could there be the possibility
That also man could lose life and practice suicide
With beating heart and lively apprehension
Is not the base man of lust and desire
A mere brother to the self-destructor.
His life consists of gape and mating,
Finding maiden for touch and breast,
Oblivious and ignorant
Of the magic of the untoucheable rest.
And in aspect of that light
Is he not not living life,
And in turn,is it not,a sort of death or even suicide!
Posted January 21, 1997
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