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Fear Of Death
Fear Of Death
Like a rogue planet, swinging suddenly close,
Drawing the tides,
Pulling everything out of shape,
Causing migraines,
Causing toothache.
Like a pirate ship, heaving out of the mist-
Grinning, undernourished faces along the taffrail and a flag that says No Mercy.
The rain falling or the sun shining and it feeling the same,
The phone ringing or not ringing- both equally bad.
Oh get away with you, you helium-inflated nightmare. You have been talked up. I don't believe in you.
You're not a planet, or a ship, or a flag; not even a bobbing balloon.
You're just things going on as usual, as they're supposed to, at this stage.
Like a rogue planet, swinging suddenly close,
Drawing the tides,
Pulling everything out of shape,
Causing migraines,
Causing toothache.
Like a pirate ship, heaving out of the mist-
Grinning, undernourished faces along the taffrail and a flag that says No Mercy.
The rain falling or the sun shining and it feeling the same,
The phone ringing or not ringing- both equally bad.
Oh get away with you, you helium-inflated nightmare. You have been talked up. I don't believe in you.
You're not a planet, or a ship, or a flag; not even a bobbing balloon.
You're just things going on as usual, as they're supposed to, at this stage.
Re: A reply, sort of
I like Dylan's poem too- though I don't think I agree with it.