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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