Oh, that brave actions would outstrip
my idle thoughts on this strange trip
and rend this silence, letting rip
against those fears none understand;
and on that battleground, I’d stand
secure in my convictions and
well-knowing that I could suspend
reality and time to spend
a moment in peace at the end.
Oh, to feel that glad release,
when this worn flesh negates its lease
and finds at long last, a true ease.
14 DEC 2012
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