conceited eternality.
And here I am.
Final drink,
Ward's bed,
Death's brink,
Slipping thread.
Here, my egoistical belief I was infinite,
Meets its binding fixity.
How ever did I allow nothing but memories.
to fool me of my being's locked tragedy.
How did I allow mere capricious moments,
to let me forget of my mortality.
Death, a human abstraction?
Time- skimpily endless sun-lit sea,
Delicious earthly distractions.
I am all I was, all I'll never be.
Windy skies, messy laughter, thoughtless dance, busy summers,
Was it enough to overlook my finality?!
I am every taut touch, slack smile, skittish kiss
Yet in the end, I am nothing but a body.
Oh, but truly,
I wish you- blind conceited eternality.
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