Lording Over

Lording over...my estate...striding--a parasol of

death spreads overhead.

Bones buckle, breath labors...an idiotic sky

broken a china doll blue.

Spiritual masteries whistle...sutra their wind...

there's no where to go--an attending red goes

black...a soul-rending idleness...my subjects

shall remain heifers.

Dotting my regal garden...dotting my regal

garden--with their fruitlessness.

Lording over...my estate...striding--a parasol of

death spreads overhead--pronounced gloriously...

the involuntary ratiocination of my being in the

minds of others...how dear...how fitting am I...

today I shall end my life.

Konstantinos Mark

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~ i can understand these thoughts as those thoughts that reside in the mind of someone who is on the verge of letting go of life intentionally and deliberately... i do not agree with the sentiment as i think death must be left to time and its plans... but i have had these sentiments in moments of blinding despair in which i was only sensitive to my own despair but not to the despair of my loved ones... ~ i hope that those who have these thoughts are able to transcend this sentiment and live for others if not for themselves...