Father Immemorial
(random thoughts at my father’s
death)
By Stormcat
Somewhere in-between
the rabble and the entitled
must exist the bastion of the
enlightened
why is it so hard to find
that in-between
the rabble is ignorant
and the entitled, threatened
But truth? Truth is simply
singular, with
the thousand versions thereof
only flawed approximation
So raze the conscious
In search for the qualities of
a life who taught more than
knowledge
instilled basic foundations
to think and question
more than functionality
learned at his feet, acquired
under his supervision, taken
from his
tutelage, experimentally and
empirically expanded
the vestiges of net, now
vanished from it's place, evokes
a feeling of poignant finality,
a realization
that life's tightrope features
safety below no more
it’s a serious gift to
linger, a gift inerasable
not even extinguished by the
grave
that delays or cements
celestial reward
there stands his sister
there stand his brothers
and parents there also and grand
and
great grand and every one
from the beginning
so goes he now this
night to a family reunion
oh what a grand celebration will
be
for them, a family waiting,
just beyond the veil
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