Death,
like a vigilant watchman seems everywhere these days.
From its cold November gatehouse and portcullis,
It disseminates a reign of sinister and sudden end.
Without warning,
it reveals the hidden underbelly of life which is also
its polar opposition.
Do not be fooled by the
edges of light
that seem to filter
through the dank darkness;
death is not about redemption.
For the living, it is a full stop.
Yet, I am lured by its
silky sullenness for
incomprehensible reasons.
A lack of reason.
A reason of lack.
Swept ever alongside this blindness
I still search for light.
~ spontaneously created by Stan Stewart
~ copyright 2015 by muz4now, inc. and Stan Stewart.