We all are estranged to life
in ways far beyond ourselves,
no matter how persistently we wonder
it never forgives us for being.
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Hey, Smoky! I’m not sure I get all what you’re saying in the first stanza, but I like this piece, like the wise use of wondering for things we can’t know empirically, the tone, the way it unfolds that fits well with its subject matter. Hoping this finds you well in body, soul, and spirit, Glen. P.S. Here’s wishing you a good resurrection day. -G
Thank you very much Glen. Also thanks for the kind wish, may it be for you as well my friend.
Death is life's double, vast and metaphoric truth. There may not be final question or answer of worthy nature. This poem is entirely very brilliant and excellently penned...0
Another great poem from the Master. Happy Easter Smoky.
Thanks pal, and you also!