by way of death 5/31/19

death is a mask 

that only materializes 

from the content of fear.

death will ask 

for the chorus of habit 

to be sung one last time.

the songwriter within us lives on.

from then, 

the scores are all played 

in higher octaves.

from then ongoing, 

tone-deaf is not relevant.

the lyrics are more emotionally authored

and the heart-strings themselves

become their own instruments.

it is the end of the need

for nostalgia,

for the cognitive methods of inquiry,

and the world of self as stand-alone logic.

death then becomes an open-door policy.

sight is not pictorial.

sound is not localized in origin.

and feel has no need 

for this backdrop of experiential novelty . . .