Eternal life is a blank page... In a diary that goes unwritten. Life is an entry in that diary-page That continues daily to be written. The universe therefore is a library
As is, has been, has will be seen All that is night is day File at the prison-bars, light the gasoline! Death is indifferent, anyway. Pies need a crust; a dog its lust.
What is there to berate Life—for: Why equate It has not any meaning..? Every sap that’s shelled-out The husk, longs further, seeding. “Every breath a water-spout
