“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,
to pull death out of dead leaves dealt by a dead company
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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