Sublimation

another rewrite

 

Sublimation

 

Death is but idea,

A misrepresentation,

To which we wander, feebly crawl,

Or give way to;

Some hurry to it; the place to be -  

A gated garden paradise;

A vacation destination.

 

Death as a living thing

Personified as the primordial harvester,

Hooded and brandishing a sickle,

Who, we give sway to;

Or run from; like waves from the sea.

Swallowing or cutting life from its source:

As if this could be.

 

Both are merely products of

A futile and furtive imagination 

Busily seeking an end; a rest,

Not a heart seeking love;

But a mind’s reparation

For a life unlived and in separation.