Obscurity rattles me.
One labyrinth tangled inside another. Skeletons with living flesh hanging off, defying the certainty of death.
Before I entered this being
I would walk on Earth,
on feet of clay. Become dust particles coalesced over centuries orbiting a star. I would be honorable. Sober. Do scrimshaw paintings on bone and tusk mornings.
Radiate compassion. Give love. Walk winding paths.
Be with those I emulate.
Shine with reason.
Respect. I would evaporate the junk off from me.
Stare deep into the essence of everything.
I would truly live each day creatively.
I would pull all of my
Creator into me. I would welcome death when it comes, collapsing into it,
eventually into the labyrinth of time ...
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