My clouded head decays,
As my hands accept their fate.
My vitality, my soul listlessly leak
Through the empty gaze of my eyes.
My wasting body strains to raise
One final gasp in steady rate
A breath, a breeze, silent and bleak
Shadowed beside a murmur, a sigh.
Spiritus meus requiescat in pace… (1)
…Eternity flashes as lighting from Heaven's hand.
...The Rapture, the End of Ages draws nigh,
As Righteous words annul the grains of sand...
A fulgent light reveals itself hence:
“Have I reached the Kingdom?”
Alas! Glorious Day, Amen!
A gentle voice stirs in the distance,
“Hun, class is over now.”
Aw shit. I fell asleep again.
MYHL
10/21/02
Note: (1) May my spirit rest in peace
Commentary: Written in Dara's (Wegman-Geedy) Cell Bio Class to prevent me from falling asleep
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
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