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[aid] => mick
[title] => Evergreen Eternitalities
[time] => 2004-09-10 05:09:23
[hometext] => I invented a word. So sue me.
[bodytext] => Eternality (n.) A life or mechanism destined to doom; an inevitable infection with neither cure nor release; a terminally ill patient, system, or thing. fig. an inevitable progression toward some universal end We called them once, upon their beds The walking corpses, living dead Who hobbled on within their dreams And woke to back-aches, out of screams They gasped and wheezed their final breaths (not knowing which one’s last) Escaping to their inner deaths (where lines and wisdom’s cast) We used to dither by their beds, not knowing what to do Wishing we could save their lives, praying through and through Yet have you seen a dying man cry out for other’s help? Have you felt the final calm before their one last yelp? (For in the seas of memories there’s more than fish and kelp; Inlaid inside—by none descried—mementos, wishes, whelps) It’s in their eyes, you’ll see the words The final flash of truth That tails behind the clouds and birds And all in youth have sleuth We used to shake our heads and say, “At least he died in peace; At least he lays on flower beds And fares the fleeting fleece.” But as I watch the climbing calm and recognize the grace As I study each detail as pain precedes the pace As I gaze into their features, upon their bed of lace I see the picture slowly clear (and I see my own face.) We used to call them, doomed to die (Well I did, anyway) But now we smile and pass them by (I know they’ll live today) Their state of calm before the storm A life in the hurricane’s eye And though their fingers aren’t as warm No time, for them, walks by. They live in worlds where nothing moves They sleep in quiet’s palm Where headless horsemen hide their hooves Respecting elder’s calm We used to say they’d pass away And soon their bed would fill We used to say (I, anyway) "They’re gone without their pills." Yet fighting, struggling to the end, they survive their maladies Living, giving (they don’t pretend), defying practicalities (—We numbered them fatalities But now they’re Eternalities.—) Eternality——— See Also: Love [comments] => 6 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 61 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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