belief is but a leaf severed from the treeA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
i curl up in velvet etchings apparel by special design adorned by gold and silver lies in a coma of great wealth i sing in my sleep of mysteries deep then at heaven's gate i am in tattered t-shirt and ratty jeans disfigured remnant of a self i only dreamed i thought i was that face in the mirror but understand now that "death (really) is not proud" and arrogance disrobes when we inherit only a soul's fortune with our final breath. erin-cilberto 2/26/23 © 2023 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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13 Reviews Added on March 1, 2023 Last Updated on March 1, 2023 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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