“Nothing concentrates the mind so much as –”
our demise: the only inevitability we’ll never experience as an actuality;
but to hold one’s mortality in one’s hands,
to draw it in through one’s mouth, suck the life out of it,
brings more clarity
than the sands
for some entertainment or mist;
give me the death’s head to grasp,
peel away the pustuled scalp of frivolity,
and grant me
a smooth hour of ivory stillness.
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