A poem about an idea of life and death and how for people like me there is only between. |
-Shave Off The Pitch- by Keaton Foster What’s this Damn be it Shave off the pitch Stand back Wait a second Nothing more Open that door Walk right in Without looking Without seeing Fear nothing I won’t protect you But I also Won’t condemn you We are friends here Strangers In the same sinking boat Down into the depths Into the darkness We will both Descend and transcend Life and death The divide Infinitesimally wide Fate allows no resistance An amalgamation Of God’s true intentions He does what he does Without regard for us He is the king And we are the fools Playing right along Listening to his song His words of wisdom Sung in soothing tone Setting the mood Allowing us a way out Forbearance of our sins When we reach heaven There be nothing there Just a blanketed void Of wonderment and joy Neither will we see Or know those once loved We will be alone in bliss Wishful will be each kiss Glorious will be That which we forget Shave off the pitch Take it down a few degrees To a level of moderated peace To a parallel angle Of utter enlightenment Be wondrous and still We will never again move We will be told Whispered What exactly As well as you I don’t really know But unlike you I don’t want to I’m right here for now Standing As I always have I don’t want passage I wish not to act I will just observe The synchronicity Between life and death Between right now And the moment when… Shave Off The Pitch Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |