Deaths Tendril
Disconnected polymonger, soul voyager torn from flesh,
Enter ye into heavens gate, where entwining spirits mesh,
As Gratitude leaks from a dying heart,( time not well spent )
Longing for eternal rest, how much more shall you repent?
Death offers not its sighing relief, (you forget yourself in err)
Exhaling so quietly, castigating, reliving each second as a day,
Across deaths shadow, mercies tendril burns brightly, fast,
Trimming a course, upon laden seas of forgotten memories past
Hearty speck of consciousness, burning, wistful flame
Prodigal creator, placate thyself with vanities mirror game
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