Immortality

This was published a few months ago in Exnihilo Magazine. Never got a chance to put it in my blog. It's very abstract, but I like it. I miss being able to write like this.



Blank minds and blank pages
hibernate together as thoughts
dreams and ideas collect outside
in a snowstorm flurry falling,
burying them
inside their own malignancy

the elements are too harsh to face
and snow angels are not at all angels
So we lie inside where all is
(and we are)
Obvious, Oblivious


Tattered rags that were once pendants
flap about upon the thinnest of reeds
forced to bend and warp
in warm and humid winds
as transparent seas float about
in waves
rotting them from within

once colors bold and bright
pigments and meaning
bleached
as ever changing winds flay them

unbreathing, conceding

And they shout out their hymns
in voices as grizzled as their faces

‘for our love we shall die’
‘for our love you shall die’

know they not that to love is to live?
yet for them to fully live
others must die

For what is a woman that cannot beget a life?
and what is a man that cannot take a life?
their love and them

irreverent, irrelevent
ethnocentrically benevolent

crystals liquidized
display your sight and engage your mind
with something other than what you believe
for who can know the treachery
or the darkest of intentions
within this glaring light?
for it shines
only to make

shadows

beneath your handsthattype
behind your eyesthatsee
permeating the beauty
they work together to create

entwined, refined
forward.back.rewind

What is immortality,
but a collection of lives?

Disguised
Surmised
Survived