Strolling all alone...across the ancient cemetery... tell me, isnt everthing here...of a timeless green?! I see that several visitors are also agthered here, having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard...just like me. i keep a candle burning for myself so i wont feel all alone we should have done so, but we never celebrated anythin here at all. A leaden weariness creeps viciously like syrup down the hills, felling everybody...as it crawls upon the monuments... only i escape its power, for the moment seem immune yet, two elderly ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain The dead are furious with you! as youre wasting your precious time! Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls I hear the dead are calling sadness lies in wait in the hours before dawn! These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us they are the silent witnesses of a reason about to pass I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring lifes finiteness, that i am filled with fear and worry...and so much shame because of this. Well, everthing I see, yeas all the images are blurred, its hard to guess the future in the shortsighted world. How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored, considering the dreadful blindness with wich i have been born. We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all I hear the dead are calling sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours... ...right before the dawn!
everthing, celebrated, filled, agthered, finiteness