Death is a beautiful and terrible thing. It robs us of our friends and family with only the promise of a maybe afterlife. How certain are we that we will meet again? Is that not a theological construct to make us sleep well at night. Mortality sucks ! The metaphysical idea of eternity and our place in it throws bare the cloying allure of the posits of human conceit and vanity. They present a satiation that arrests and consumes our minds and physiology like a nascent narcotic. Sensations that can never be rediscovered experientially but we are doomed to forever pursue like a crack fiend.
I miss my friends on the other side. I miss my grandma and aunties and uncles and cousins that have gone before us. And terribly so beyond words. Sob ! Sob ! Sob !
This raw and staccato verse is for Ugos, Aunt Esther and Ochudo and all of 2020’s sad interments. I am broken as this re-appreciation of the ephemerality of our existence, our fragile mortality dawns on me.
Transience, fleetingness, impermanence, transitory … what other words can I employ and recruit to my plight and course.
DrAlexanderGrey 