Zed’s (Dead)

Death accelerates.

pushes particles

into probability,

probability into

wave

!buh-bye!

and pops you

out of

pop

out of

U

and

elation!

You’re never late again!

in a matter of speaking

Time a distant construct

no more commuter roundabouts!

for your merry-go-round,

you level up.

gain dimension

 

wind-up, digital, atomic

(clocks)

.stop tick.

seconds, minutes, hours

(scheduled punches)

.stop total.

birth, life, death

(desk calendars)

.stop full.

 

Shedding mortal coil

like snakeskin,

it’s dust to dust behind,

uncharted ahead,

and

who’s to say

what’s manning the deck

(this time)

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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