We sway in true thickness:
specifics matter not.
In the broader context
any two words are the same:
death looks no different to life
if you stare hard enough,
invoke fear through ruthless observation
spoiling thorough mirage.
Linear timescale exists only in the mind,
we die before birth
yet live with eyes open.
Depth brings wisdom
but knowlege is blind:
the pinnacle of one's existence
lies within the womb.
A contest entry
- The Killers - Human by Barely Breathing.
550 points, ended November 19, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thanks so much for entering my contest. I really enjoyed reading through this and it was so interesting. Well done
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