SHELTER OF DEATH
They ask what death is
I say advanced sleep
Which blesses in-earth beings
And floats the spirit
II
They say it ends dreams
Like extreme castration ends potency
I say what are dreams when death has no immunisation?
Capturings even have their expiry dates
Now confused, why is it fearful to enter its shelters?
Why is it draped in pain?
Are there those who enter wearing smiles?
Mysticism in shivers of goosebumps
III
It is like a prerequisite for living
We might have signed bonds in male waists
Before ascending womb staircases
It can mean oblivion
It might be a whole new world
A world of pain or gain
Or an ever restful realm in bliss of no thinking
But what do I know?
I am one of the wondering vessels
So I too think on
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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