Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
Immortality
This, driving human dreamers
The ultimate fear
I thought I saw
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News received
Unpleasantly
Deeply tinged
With sadness
Into a mirror
Gazing, wondering,
Unshaven for this
Weekend
Grey dominates
My beard
Change comes,
Celebrated at times
Or with dread
But it comes
Inevitably
Flame flutters
Victim of the breeze
Candles flicker
Departing from
Pedestals
Into the
Stars
Birds sing free of care
Below sunlit grass some sleep
Silent war echos
Woke from a nightmare
Dreams of death and resistance
To birdsong outside
Daily decay’s
Raging presence
Death’s fragrance
Fills me deeply.
Then that morning’s
Ragged breathing,
Brutal truth of
Impending silence.
Our mortality
Brutally enforced mandate
The demands of time