Pretzel Logic -- Death

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Donald Harry Roberts provided the inspiration behind the pretzel way of viewing things. For that, I have to say 'Thank you!'

Submitted: July 31, 2018

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Pretzel Logic – Death.

 

Death,

it scares me not at all,

I’d dance with the Reaper gladly.

Simply a case of

Off

not On;

nothing

instead of

something.

What’s to fear?

Leave me out,

let the crows feed,

the wildlife

gnaw my bones.

I’ll nourish the ground

or poison it.

I’ll never know the difference.

 

That is the outside

of the pretzel,

before it’s kneaded

to a twist.

 

Responsibilities!

I have them,

can’t deny it.

Don’t want to inflict

feelings of

guilt,

blame,

abandonment

on to anyone.

This stays my hand,

denies obliteration.

Denies a cease

to my own

guilt

and blame.

They hang over me,

a rock to crush,

that hovers

like a guillotine.

 

Pretzel twist,

a kneaded turn.

A hope,

a dream

that makes it

all worth while.

A hand that stretches,

reaches out,

grasps my fingers --

not alone!

Someone

to stand beside me,

dry my tears

in dreams

of possibility.

 

Pretzel logic --

the death I do not fear;

the guilt and blame that still my hand;

the dream that makes it possible.

 

 

 


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