May 18, 2004

  • That which awaits the living shall never threaten me.


    I’ve already sold out to eternity.


    Died years ago.  Never told a soul.


    (Didn’t want to start a fad.


    Besides, the remorse of friends would have made me sad.)


    Life’s timeline since then has vectored incoming from all dimensions


    To uncounted unchartered aspects unreturning.


    Each moment a mysterious packet,


    Unlinked, monadic, yet fulfilling


    -ly manifest.


    It’s called the Quest.

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