aren't we basically garbage pits
kluttered with years ah debris?
too much junk snarls our lives
muddling us in ennui
since all things are destined fer dust
why fear searing flames?
real growth involves
so welcome the fire's
nothing is burning
& within each crematory
celebrate the crème
|Lis:||This is what I want to remember on my funeral pyre.|
|Ron:||(laughing) When you are there, there will be no memory.|