The Aspects of Mortality

by. Benjamin P. Hawkins (Written: 06/03/2022)

I have solemn spoken on

The Aspects of Life.

How droll and exciting they feel.

How contradictory they are.

How similar they can be.

I have yet to smell the dying roses.

I have yet to climb the smallest trees.

I have yet to light the wickless candle stick.

I have yet to see through the invisible fog.

I have solemn spoken on

The Aspects of Death.

How somber and dream-like they seem.

How combative they have been.

How similar they are seen.

I seek now to feel the warmth of snow.

I seek now to speak the tones of silence.

I seek now to love the the beatless heart. 

I seek now to read the blank pages.

I have solemn spoken on

The Aspects of Nothingness

How chaotic and peaceful it was.

How opposite they were.

How similar they yearned.

I saw then the darkest of stars.

I saw then the shortest infinities.

I saw then the wakeless dream.

I saw then the endless end.

I have sought. I have seen.

Yet, I have solemn spoken.