A gentle hand over our eyes,
Death’s meager comfort is its certitude;
Its one true lasting pain found
In festering questions shouted down the hall:
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Your 'Vision' is the same one I saw in Bukowski's 'Red Mercedes.' There he bangs on the car's window and threatens the driver who has just cut him off trying to get a parking space at a horse racing track. When the female passenger hands the driver a gun from the glove box, 'I walked off/toward the/clubhouse/it looked/like a damned good card/that/day/all I had to do/was/be there.'
Not with a bang or a whimper but with a simple truth... uplifting, calming, almost tender; and visionary. (Of course that HAD to be said) . :) t x
This is beautiful, Gary. Your description is comforting and affirming.
loved this write......your simple resolve to see!