The medium
Do not mourn for me when I am deadsince I remain more close to you than ever
and not only me, but all you ever knew
and thought you lost but actually regained
but only in a different form transcended
into just another higher and more spiritual dimension,
actually more purefied and concentrated,
even more efficient in existence and our lives
than in intolerable restriction of the mortal flesh
in passing vanity in the nonentity of mundaneness.
Our death is actually our liberation,
we are free now from the ignorance
of human shortsighted abuse by sheer stupidity,
the human incapacity of even living up
to elementary responsibility and decency,
the unforgivability of crimes of brutal ignorance
committed actually on purpose –
politicians always knew they acted wrong
or they would not have done it
or at least regretted it before it was too late.
We can look down with some detachment
on the mishandling of human business and its destiny
only from the other side of death and our graves,
as death is nothing but the definite purefication,
liberation and sanitization from the error
of committing oneself to mortality.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2017-01-23 at 12:48
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