Daily I dismiss death.
Tell him he isn't welcome here.
He comes in my thoughts
Tempting, hating my existence.
Finds me deep in the wild-wood of my conscience
Inveigles the symphony of my pondering
Futile, hostile, cold
The dismissal, the hopeful.
Death, however hated,
you become a hope
for the hopeless.
You beast of lifeless vitality
A perversion of freedom to be me.
Frozen in haste, missing grace
welcoming him with cold angelic sorrow.
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