How beatific the ghostly face
as it turns from grim reality
of painful flesh beneath taut skin
unaware that heart is caged
and lungs are slaves
while bones remain as shackles
to the absurdity of decomposition.
Oh God! Time strikes like a meteor!
Life always ends too soon
to disregard the searing blaze
and ascend beyond the embers
of immolation until consciousness
becomes one with oblivion.
Written in collaboration with the artist, Cemal Eker a.k.a. @abreathinutopia, inspired by the illustration entitled Ayesha.
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"Time strikes like a meteor! Life always ends too soon to disregard the searing blaze and ascend beyond the embers," .. this is such a wonderfully inspired poem, Kerry!💘 I am in absolute awe of the imagery in this one!😍
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