Just smile.
Cast in my way a shimmering epiphany.
I want a little light,
to spread out in my distance.
Let those wrinkles dance onto your cheeks,
and spiral around your mouth.
Fear not, the wanton teeth you may house in this orifice.
Let them breathe,
give them glimmers of the sun's celestial beams.
Adversely,
Just frown.
Throw out a warning to mother nature.
I want a little sour with the sweet.
Let those creases roadmap your brow.
Accept, the precursors of sorrow.
The ball in the throat.
The glistening of eyes.
Let them irrigate the crops of existence.
Consequently...
Just exist.
Float headlong towards the cosmic plane.
Let me enfold into the realm of self recess.
Give the lungs their finals gasps.
Witness both,
The beauty and atrocity.
Indulge in the sacramental and decadent.
You shall be absolved.
What is to be said for the hereafter?
Many things; ideas, I'm sure.
Will I recede into the dirt?
Serve as little more than potting soil.
Or will I transcend time and space?
Become an entity who hovers over your very movements,
Cataloging them, and separating the righteous and the mischevious.
I am unsure, but at peace.
I will surely live, and surely die.
But through all I will remember to..
Just smile.
Take my lumps as they come,
not swallow down the countenance
in my throat,
and let my forehead shape into
an unmade bed.
I will remember to exist,
to play my role,
in this dramatic prologue of my own accord.
The paths of glory may indeed lead to the grave,
but can the grave lead to further glory? |
Submission Name: Acceptance and Consequence
