Perry Mason

 

From Death's point of view

the living are but shadows

of unreality

speaking the language of dreams

inside a shining, yelling, joking,

weeping, bleeding, coughing,

fucking

circus bubble

of insignificant extent and duration

adrift in the galactic night:

wasted, stretchy beings,

seaweed wavy

beyond the filters of time

like the monochrome cast

in a Perry Mason court case

of the 1950s

played out through a 27" Macintosh

of 2024





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Written on 2024-02-12 at 11:08

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I see where this is coming from, and it is a valued concept. I think that it is questionable as to what is the absolute reality: We think we have it now, but Death probably knows otherwise. :)
Blessings, Allen
2024-02-12