Untitled: From Words On Paper 2nd Edition 2007
ah but to go gentle into that good nightI rage not against the dying of the light
after a miserable life of agony and fright
death my sweet solace and it feels so right
death ere from my birth you have been my lover
each miserably tedious day I think of no other
how I long for your stone cold eternal embrace
why must I suffer I have already lost the race
no it was not my wish to be born
as from primordial innocence torn
and now that I'm all the more wise
yes my most ardent desire is to die
I was born into a world I cared not to see
and then left to wonder oh what shall I be
now having learned it is best to have died
quiet and thoughtfully planning my suicide
ah sweet death you are my constant companion
you do comfort me when feelings of life rise
how I would that you would be my termination
quick rescue me from this miserable disguise
Note that all of my poems display an arithmetic affectation - to wit - Pythagorean symmetry. Each line contains the same number of characters and spaces or varies by a fixed geometric pattern. The full text of Words On Paper is available upon request. johnerussomd@jhu.edu
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