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Hammering Through Daisies
“And death shall have no dominion. Dead men
naked shall be as one with the man in the wind...”
I saw death last night,
with a nice pleasant visage;
a gypsy girl in a bright
red dress, with bells on it,
twirling with beautiful tanned legs.
“Do not go gentle
into that good night,” quoth Dylan.
Is death a demon or a
Liberator? We will
all know much too soon; that’s for sure.
Who will meet you, take
your hand? Jesus, Buddha or
Jack Benny--or some angel with
golden wings? Or maybe
you will meet your best higher Self there.
As an ascended
spirit, you have the power to
create whatever scene you want.
Time means nothing there.
Truth settles on you so softly.
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub