Existential Questions
Another poem from the dark...
Beware the saved. They’re the ones most afraid of dying. Find an actor. Ask him or her where their spirit goes when they inhabit someone else’s soul. I think God’s a finisher, always ready to deliver the knockout blow with a fist or a kiss, depending on the moment. I ask myself who, and the astonishing answers keep getting more precise. How can this be? A voice comes from the dark, “If you wish to remain here, become still and the water will clear.”
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- Jonah · July 24‹ The PoetsImagination ›