"For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you"
- Song of Myself, Walt Whitman
Live thy life for living
Not for to die or dying
Memento mori as the adage sounds
Calling from the final repose-grounds
Rest not now, this is not for peace
Peace of mind, peace of the soul
Piece of my mind, piece of my soul
Is shared to other souls and minds
Upon my vagrance on path eternal
Truly, travelling is to live
Living for travelling
The arcana unravelling
Arcane, mysterious ways clear up
Trod by supernatural, natural and naught
Emerging nascent, pilgrims of mortality
Entering with naught, exiting with aught
I unburden my load, my mind's share
Towards those whom I most about care
Impart my soul, bared and ennobled
Becoming immortal into others soul and mind
Knowing then that some of Me is left behind
But what if this is but one part in a cycle metempsychotic
Previous Me connecting to current Me into eternity
My soul and mind's parts left imparted, imprinted
Into the loved ones, whom I bequeathed this my Self
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
