Monday, 14 January 2013

Fight or Flight

Fight or Flight

You and I have two things in common:
We are both pawns in the hands of death,
And we are both living yet, not sensing
What might lie upon the shadow side
Of a subconscious we partly share.

And it is because we cherish life
That we wake from slumber and cry out
To Death's cold hand, with warm hearts pleading,
"May we not stay yet a while? What counsel
Can you give this mortal coil afire?"

Death, that silent master of the dark,
Speaks in riddles to the shadow mind,
That subconscious world we cannot feel
And can never know except through signs,
So the left ear listens and the right pays heed.


Painting: 'The Beloved' by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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