Saturday, 05 April 2008

• The Beauty of Death

  It is not in their stories the beauty of this The loss of love in human form the loss of life in nature It is not discussed quietly from behind thin black veils shaking wistfully from the dusty sunday hat saved knowlingly for this inflamed afternoon glaring balls of gas gasping graciously against the glass, smoldering above the capsule laid out for others to comprehend it is not shouted from rooftops, kissed into the moist creases of necks it is not remembered for its beauty The silent transendence of this moment is not captured lovingly in your pictures You cannot grasp it's evolutionary standard it is the most beautiful moment in the world It is the darkest corner of conscious where no one goes to come back the last minute      the last second   the last breathe inhale  exhaled through pale lips relaxed against the pressing pressure of air Laid out for others to understand    this is the reason  that was once here Here then gone  touched then shorned    thrown into dirt or sea or scattered This is the most beatuiful moment in the world Exhilaration caught in the back of her pearl neck aging fingers reaching to check for air there Is she still here     the moment the system experiences failure error   error    error  cannot compute  rereading the file       the statement  the moment everything ceases to be as it was before from here on, the change is inevitable    more space for something else to come along some other soul to take presence this is the most beautiful moment the birth of passing the perfect cycle of passion      no one withstands the blast of such cataclysmic reaction to life paused and pressed on replay while others display the course changed currents come from butterflies flapping laughing   mouth wide   drenched in air breathing   sucking up the atmosphere producing the source of being from their being    water trickling into carpet he set down laying alone   crunched up on the ground     where he walked   where he stood   wanting to feel his arms again around her back   his hands against her skin   once more  she waits but comes to find that this time is the most beatiful moment  knowing that the sun will never shine the same again and the world is new all of a sudden it is new and different this is the most beatuiful moment death is the light to reality death is the beauty we resist like love put to rest this is the most beautiful

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