Sublimation

Sublimation

A Poem by John Fitzgerald
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Sublimation
 
Death is but idea,
A misrepresentation,
To which we wander, feebly crawl,
Or give way to;
Some hurry to it; the place to be -  
A gated garden paradise;
A vacation destination.
 
Death as a living thing
Personified as the primordial harvester,
Hooded and brandishing a sickle,
Who, we give sway to;
Or run from; like waves from the sea.
Swallowing or cutting life from its source:
As if this could be.
 
Both are merely products of
A futile and furtive imagination 
Busily seeking an end; a rest,
Not a heart seeking love;
But a mind’s reparation
For a life unlived and in separation.

© 2008 John Fitzgerald


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Added on February 22, 2008

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John Fitzgerald
John Fitzgerald

Brooklyn, NY



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