Inconvenient Lives
Self confident
I would feel inconvenient
to be dead,
Yet relieved in freedom
from trimming toe
and finger nails
and receding hair
advancing down wrinkling neck
and softing shoulders.
Although not confident
I could grow
satisfied with fictional fame,
self-grandiosing glory,
I remain curious
how timelessly satisfying might emerge
historically famous fictions,
glories of grandly granted otherwise.
Confiding ancient secrets,
I could feel confluent
intuiting alive
resilience in freedom to survive
culture's soft-spoken rhyming terror
flirting with authenticity
of memory's patterned identity
and difference,
identically coincident.
Faith
masquerading hope,
Light
fading dual-dark air without
within
True life
camouflaging trust's pervasive love
Confident
I would feel false
to grow prematurely dead.
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