I do not fear the silence,
or the quiet interstellar-ness
of clammy frame yielding
flesh…
like some forgotten astronaut
kicking the round steel
of man’s prying,
and fading into pinpoints.
It is not the box,
pine or mahogany excess--
a confounding atrocity.
wrapping death in death,
to let our final farewell
as an image linger--
that they gain the heart to dig
and hug the putrid odor.
Or the odious stench,
of barges on watery graves.
piled refuse rotting
upon the long procession--
to be entombed
on distant shores.
Or the shovels digging
false solemnity
hoisting brown piles
from grey to black upon me.
as the earth, our center, folds
by G-d--no more than a Spanish maid,
addressing the cluttered bed-sheets
of a neon hotel.
I fear only the moment…
where hope meets a flat-line.
where breath goes, and not coming back
is a twilight between beauty in gain…
and the subtle beauty in loss.
A contest entry
- EXISTENTIALISM and AURAS by Mila7.
565 points, ended July 13, 9 entries
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Incredibly well done!!
"a confounding atrocity.
wrapping death in death"
I truly love how you describe it, it holds so much power at the meaningless of it all.
"is a twilight between beauty in gain…
and the subtle beauty in loss."
The subtleness to which you describe the beauty of death is a very crucial point of existentialism.
All in all a mighty piece to portray existentialism!
Good luck in the contest
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You are a fast commentor! Have you listened to the lectures on Existentialism in Literature from UC Berkeley by professor dreyfus? They are free to download and infinitely enjoyable to listen to.
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Oh I didn't know about that! Thanks for sharing I would love to download them. And yeah I am a fast commentator, hehe.
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I like your wording in this - you have some very good lines.
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