11-26-2014, 09:00 PM
I say this to the world whilst part of it still listens:
when I die please don't remember me.
I do not want remembrance but only to be free.
Freedom is a fallacy as long as we survive
but Death make me a promise, not of peace or paradise.
I beg to be permitted to vanish without trace;
to be as if I never was, no words, no voice, no face.
No letters carved on sandstone, no texts, no notes, no fax.
No photographs or epitaphs, no effigies in wax.
We live to create memories. We hold them tight from age
but time becomes vexatious, and in its cage we rage.
So let my thunder wander, far away until unheard.
Let my lightning sputter out, my winds lie still, unstirred.
Though now I rant against my slot, allotted without choice,
let someone with dementia hear my plaintive, dying voice.
This page on which I'm writing, please cast into a fire,
then I will be forgotten and can happily expire.
tectak
2014
Fit and well.
when I die please don't remember me.
I do not want remembrance but only to be free.
Freedom is a fallacy as long as we survive
but Death make me a promise, not of peace or paradise.
I beg to be permitted to vanish without trace;
to be as if I never was, no words, no voice, no face.
No letters carved on sandstone, no texts, no notes, no fax.
No photographs or epitaphs, no effigies in wax.
We live to create memories. We hold them tight from age
but time becomes vexatious, and in its cage we rage.
So let my thunder wander, far away until unheard.
Let my lightning sputter out, my winds lie still, unstirred.
Though now I rant against my slot, allotted without choice,
let someone with dementia hear my plaintive, dying voice.
This page on which I'm writing, please cast into a fire,
then I will be forgotten and can happily expire.
tectak
2014
Fit and well.