Anyway, here is the crux of the post --a poem I wrote about a week
ago. It was heavily inspired by a poem by T.S. Eliot called "The Hollow
Men". When reading this poem, please look at the last two lines in relation
to the whole poem; the lines on their own could appear to hold some
semblance of mysticism. Enough rambling...
UNITY
I was a young man of eighty-two
When Death took my love from me,
I asked where she did go,
He replied: "o'er the sea";
With nary a second glance
The two, they disappeared,
And I doggedly made a vow
That I would cheat the force I feared;
Determined, I set my plans
To live an eternity,
Invested in many kinds
Of extension technology;
When I reached one hundred and five
I saw immortality on the brink,
Machines to help me live,
Computers to help me think;
Gradually I was restored
To the equivalence of youth,
With my consciousness unimpaired
And the knowledge of a simple truth;
At the age of one forty-six
I am really only a child,
With so much more to learn,
My Life has me beguiled;
My love has long been dead,
Long been o'er the sea,
But the memory of her Life
Forever lives inside of me
For I know I have cheated Death,
Beat Him at His own game,
I have seen the beautiful truth:
Death and Life are one and the same
By: E. Shaun Russell
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-"Outward is the only place to go that is not bound"-
From "Verging On A Brink"
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